Saturday, October 16, 2004
I will be loved..
I've been wondering lately. How much of yourself must one sacrifice in order to be loved? Is it worth everything in the end? To be loved? Why can't I settle for just being happy and thankful for those who do love me?
Instead I yearn for something more. That little extra that will push away any of the dark clouds that hover above me. That feeling of utter bliss and contentment that goes with the feeling of being loved by the one that really matters.
I observe my friends and their loved ones and I wonder. How do they get so lucky? How are they able to find that special someone? I see the happiness in their eyes. I feel the joy and love that radiates from just being.
A tiny stroke of the arm. The slight caress. The exchange of smiles that is reserved only for themselves. They're in a world of their own. I sit there and observe, happy that they're happy. Yet feeling sorry for myself.
But I know I am loved. By many. And that is comfort already.
I've been wondering lately. How much of yourself must one sacrifice in order to be loved? Is it worth everything in the end? To be loved? Why can't I settle for just being happy and thankful for those who do love me?
Instead I yearn for something more. That little extra that will push away any of the dark clouds that hover above me. That feeling of utter bliss and contentment that goes with the feeling of being loved by the one that really matters.
I observe my friends and their loved ones and I wonder. How do they get so lucky? How are they able to find that special someone? I see the happiness in their eyes. I feel the joy and love that radiates from just being.
A tiny stroke of the arm. The slight caress. The exchange of smiles that is reserved only for themselves. They're in a world of their own. I sit there and observe, happy that they're happy. Yet feeling sorry for myself.
But I know I am loved. By many. And that is comfort already.
