The Improved Love

Whoever said that love is a two-way process hasn’t experienced true love. Quote me on that. It’s someone who hasn’t experienced love as it is conceptualized to be, madness. Love is always one-way. That two-way thing? It’s a relationship. To love is to not mind loving and giving more, even if what is received in return are half-smiles, rejections cushioned by the beauty of friendship, and happiness that is founded on pain. With true love, no one feels fooled, no one feels used because everything that it produces is whole-heartedly offered, with or without hope of eventually building a relationship. True love is nothing less than being able to initially self-destruct and ultimately self-construct.  It is independent of what if’s and why’s.

But when and where does it end? It ends when love is not lost but wasted. It ends when your sense of self is downgraded into a concept that cannot stand on “I” alone but on an involuntary "US.” it ends when respect is placed in one corner, ignored and undefined.  It ends when another love begins, like love for self, love for love, love for your love to love.

Even if it ends, it is never really forgotten. The memory of that moment remains. Vivid, and as tangible as it can get, bringing the same surge of emotions that it used to bring when it was bound to end.  Only, you’re stronger. You are more capable of understanding, of surviving, of loving. Only this time you have learned, and with learning is your ability to love better.

Someday, you’ll find it in your heart to love best.