a thought on love


Love is not about just loving the person’s good traits and characteristics. It’s about loving the whole entirety of the person, the good and the bad, the strengths and flaws. So often we miss this, or even get it in our heads that we have the right to change the person and dictate how they should be. In the same vein, when you instead choose to ignore someone’s “flaws,” you are ignoring an inextricable part of who they are.

That’s why loving someone is a lot more difficult than many would like to believe or conceptualize. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, as are flaws. Loving someone’s “good” parts is remarkably easy because there is no battle to like them, if we already do. It’s when we are called to love the “ugly” parts of someone, to completely give up our desire to control or change the person, and accept and love the entire package. That is the struggle, and by no means, simple and easy.

In my mind, the arduous feat and miracle of loving someone certainly goes underrated. Perhaps that is why love is so powerful, bewitching, healing and exceedingly beautiful to all those who give and experience it.

one-sided love


One-sided love is difficult. VERY difficult.

Anyone could probably say this without thinking. Of course it is. But when I sat and pondered on it, I realized that I failed to think of is how it could be so difficult. How it is like to merely stew in your feelings, like a warming, plugged up tea pot begging to let out steam… steam with no where to go that instead presses against your chest, your whole body. Like a wish unfulfilled, a string left dangling, a comma inked by a pen without a direction to go.

I like to think what many would think as “fluffy” thoughts: Loving is enough. It does not matter if the person loves you back. Love holds such great power, more than many recognize, that can transcend earthly bounds, heal even the ugliest of wounds. By loving, I have the remarkable power of doing all that love can do. Deep to the root, I still believe this. But when you’re facing that lion out in the savannah, you realize, “This was a lot easier when it was just words, in my imagination.” It’s a completely different experience when you live it out in action. This may go for any kind of one-sided love… whether it’s a person you are crushing on who does not care for you, or a family member who refuses to acknowledge you.

Speaking of romantic love, I always believed that I had a one-sided curse. Almost every guy I ever had interest in, I came to find that he liked someone else, or that he was already in a relationship/engaged/married, or that he simply did not like me back. Yet those who were interested in me, I was never interested in back. After many years of this, I came to ask myself, and God, “Why is it always this way? When will it be, finally, mutual? Will that time ever come?” I have come across so much “single” advice from my friends, bad advice, that I’ve grown a deaf ear to them now. Instead, I’ve learned to listen to my mind and my heart. And my mind says I cannot predict the future, that even if I do not find that mutual connection, I still have my life to live and dreams to fulfill. Yet my heart tells me how much it hurts, how sick it is of putting itself out there only to come crashing down. It feels as if it is now sitting at the edge of the cliff, in fear of falling… and what that could lead to and what it will bring. What it has brought far too many times before. I like you. How hard it is to say those words to the person you like, and how painful it is for them to turn away. For them to never notice your feelings, even when inside you are shouting. Or to finally hand someone something so precious from you, only for them to abandon it without a word.

Maybe there is some who have not experienced this, and to them all of this may be irrelevant. It is easier to say, “It will all work out” when you have not been through it. But for someone who has, I connect to those who understand what I say at a deep level. I sometimes feel the pressure to always be optimistic for others, but in certain instances, I do that at the expense of speaking truth to what is real. I would like to think of myself as both an optimist and a realist. Sometimes things will work out, but sometimes it won’t. The things you want won’t always come easy, or at all. It is still vitally important for us to be vulnerable with others in order to experience love and connection, but that, too, will not always be easy. And it hurts, very much, to love and to not have that love reciprocated. It is a beautiful, wonderful thing that we are loving… that does not change. But within that experience, pain may beat heavily. We do ourselves better if we do not ignore both sides of the experience or focus solely on one or the other. The yin and yang of these experiences is what makes life dynamic, fruitful, complex, full, enigmatic.

Usually I have a message or point I try to bring home in my posts, but I think for this one, my point is just being honest with myself. Instead of putting up a brave front all the time, and choosing fervently to ignore all of those one-sided loves in my past… choosing instead to acknowledge them, and ultimately, me. I do not have to be acknowledged by others to know I am worthy. I do not have to have my love received in order for it to mean something, for it to carry worth. But the pain still cuts me deeply, and sometimes I want to give up, to stop having feelings for others completely. As contradictory as that is, there they are, those opposing forces pushing and pulling at me so. To me, the most difficult part of a one-sided love is accepting the story as forever unrealized. That I won’t get the ending I strongly long for. And for someone who likes periods and closure, to pen stories that fulfill her heart, it’s a difficult thing indeed.