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.