Sometimes, love hurts. "For you, I'd bleed myself dry." Yes, that sounds right. Love is like a rose and a rose has got its thorns. You can't have a sweet smelling rose without prickly thorns. It's impossible. You're supposed to want to give it your all. You don't even question because giving it your all comes naturally. You love for its own sake. It makes you happy to love. It lifts you up to love. It feeds your soul to love. To love is its own reward. You ask for nothing in return. You love with all your heart and this love heals you from the inside out. It isn't cheap. It isn't conditional. It's sacred. It's beauty. It transcends. And, you have to pay the price...not with money because money is not worth a thing, here...but, with your soul, with your heart, because that's what's required.
And then some asshole comes along and hurts you. He makes you question. He makes you want to build a nice, secure, solid wall around your heart. He toughens you up. He makes you see a truth. He makes you see what's out there. He makes you doubt. He makes you feel worthless. He makes you feel ugly, unattractive, small and insignificant. But, he's just a man. He's just a thief and he has his own part to play, too. You tell yourself you'll never cross that line again. You tell yourself it's not worth it. You tell yourself you won't be able to handle something like that again. But, that's a lie. And, he's just a man. Love requires a certain kind of vulnerability. If you don't take the risk, you'll never taste that sweetness again. That's the truth. And remember, he was only ever a man.
Don't let anyone ever tell you that what you seek doesn't exist. We create our own reality. What you seek is out there, waiting for you. Make no mistake. So what if it doesn't last? Nothing is meant to last forever, anyway. Why wouldn't you take the risk again? So what if it tears at your insides? Anything that can do that also has the potential of bringing you the greatest joy you've ever known. But, people want to play it safe. No one wants to pay the price because people are cheap. People are afraid. People are broken. You'll never be satiated, your thirst will never be quenched, by playing it safe.
Do not compromise for a night of warmth. Do not compromise for a night of passion. Do not compromise for a night of touch. You'll regret it in the morning. And, he'll be long gone. In your mind, you actually think that a night with you can change a man. But, you'd be wrong...so wrong. He only wants what he wants and what he wants is not aligned with what you need. Do you think when he speaks the truth, that this "truth" is somehow better because he points out to you, as a matter of fact, that he isn't interested in the "real"? He doesn't believe in the real. Do you think that this gives you permission to "lower" yourself in order to accommodate his desires? In order to feed an illusion that you matter to him?
Those lonely nights will come when you wonder whether they'll ever end, whether something of substance can take their place...at least for a little while. I tell you...it's never too late. Breathe magic into your own life. Create things of beauty. Work and work hard. God helps those who help themselves. You're never truly alone. I'm not naive. I'm not stupid. I'm not a piece of trash. I can take care of myself. Make sure that you can, too. And when he comes, when the one you've been "waiting for", arrives, which he will, don't guard yourself too fiercely because of the past. He's out there, and he'll be ready, just like you and your heart will open up. This time you'll be more cautious which is good. Let him fight for you. Don't show desperation. He needs you more than you need him! You owe this to yourself. You deserve the best. You deserve to be respected for your mind and your heart. You deserve to be his only one. Don't settle for less. If he wants easy, he can get "easy" anywhere and at anytime but it can't be with you...because you're a lady with essence, with spirit, with grace. Don't let anyone take that away from you! If you don't respect yourself, who will?
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