There is a joy that comes from loving someone which goes far deeper than the corresponding joy of being loved in return.
There are two sides of love. One side is the magic of being loved by someone else. The other is having someone to care for and to do things for and to serve. Many people never experience this side of love, but it’s the most important and the most pleasurable of the two.
Most of the time, when people speak of love in our culture — especially in pop culture as represented by movies and music — the theme is wanting to be loved. The angst and hurt that we associate with love is all about wanting another person to give us attention and lavish us with love.
I know that hurt very well, but even more than that, I miss having someone to love. Until recently, I had someone to love. Someone to hope for. Someone to plan to take care of. But now that’s gone — and its absence leaves a hole that’s worse than feeling unloved.
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