Love Bears All

To me love is not a conquest, much less one conquest after another. 

Conquest denotes subjugation, a submission to a more powerful will. 

You do not make a person submit to your will and mold her as you see fit to make her more lovable in your eyes. 

You love her for what she is. 

You do not gloss over her imperfections, you learn to live with her flaws. 

You do not brag to your friends that she is yours for the taking, there is no place for braggadocio in love. 

You wait instead anxiously for the time she tells you she loves you, no matter if it may never happen and in the meantime the uncertainty is making you miserable. 

You do not lead her on with empty displays of affection. 

You do not boost her ego with false praises, only to give her the ultimate put-down by taking her for a fool. 

You find yourself speechless with admiration and fear that the slightest touch will betray the depth of your emotion. 

You do not cry foul when you see that the course of love has not gone according to your fervent wishes. 

You do not bawl at her, "How dare you make me feel love, take my heart, and then disappear from my life." 

You do not demand the return of glorious days long past. 

You do not blame her for your shattered illusions and waylaid dreams and least of all, for your broken heart. 

Even in the lowest troughs of self-pity and despair, you cannot bring yourself to cause her the slightest grief. 

You would rather die than give her the slightest hint that she has anything to do with your unhappiness. 

Love bears all-- maybe not always with a smile that's big enough for all the world to see, but just one that's brave enough to tell her it's okay, you'll live so she doesn't have to feel bad.



~quickmelt

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