Writing prompt: How do you feel when you love someone who does not love you back?
From reacting this way in high school:
“Let me play this 45 over and over and over and wallow in it: ♬ ‘I can’t live, if living is without you. I can’t live, I can’t give any more.'” ♩
To saying to myself now:
“Pick up the shattered pieces of your life and move on. Their loss.“
Then: It’s not love if things don’t go according to these steps. If they don’t love me back, it was never love.
Now: I can love someone with no expectations of reciprocity. Love isn’t a picket fence or a promise of a future. Sometimes, those things happen without love. Your job is to accept life in the present and live and love well, and sometimes you get all of this anyway, a future, a partner, and love.
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Then: No one will ever love me.
Now: Lots of choices in the world.
Love it!