In the end and always we are responsible for ourselves...
and our own happiness.
We create love or what we suppose is love.
And you long for its affirmation and appreciation by the one you love.
As soon as we create it we set ourselves on the path to destroy it.
We seek to value it in some way.
What is the measure of it anyway?
How they love us in return?
How much we are willing to put forth at our own risk? That which we give of ourselves?
Real love. Perfect love. Is Not for the reaction of another. But in spite of it. Is Without the action from them at all.
The only love that never dies is that which we give away.
That which we give to them finally what we promised that day when we took our vows, that love that travels with them that they may not even know is there.
That love which we give them as we let them go.
My goal is to some day be the person my dog thinks I am
