Love is more than an emotion, more than an action, it is an all-encompassing gathering of different emotions and actions culminating in an offering unlike any other. It is more than a word, more than a breath, more than a commitment, more than an embrace. We should step back and make sure we are prepared to be loved before we take on the task of loving someone. Because if we have yet to embrace the responsibility of loving ourselves, loving someone else is completely impossible.

What we may think is giving someone our all may actually be a siolent plea to hold on to them or to something that is unfamilarly satisfying. We have to know not only what we like but dislike, what we want and do not want, who we are and are not before we can yield to the power that is wrapped in love.

Unconditional love is not someone loving you even though you did them wrong. This is a childish and limiting frame of understanding for what unconditional love is. Unconditional love is a peak of human interaction. It not only involves what you give but it embodies what you recieve. It means that even after you have done me wrong, I am humble enough, I am in tuned enough to not let your wrong doing destroy me. It means, I won’t hate you. I won’t wish ill-will on you. It means I accept you. I won’t get in the way of who you need to be in order to grow,  in order to understand. I will essentially, love you despite yourself and the hurdles that aim to make you distant, untrustworthy, unkind, etc. I will still wish the best for you, pray from the soul for you even though I can not stand in your line of fire while doing so.

We need to see love through honest eyes. We need to open ourselves to the dialogue of souls. Love-souls, bonded-souls, friend-souls we should begin to see that it is not just what we want, need, see. There is more than us. There is more than just our understanding, more than just our love to give.

Love isn’t a blouse you return once you try it on and it doesn’t fit. It also doesn’t mean you commit to a too-little blouse because your only other choice is to be naked.

Its the most freeing experience I’ve had in quite some time. Most people run from their tears. I embrace them. I relish them. Because, it means I’m growing. It means I’m humble. It means I’m human. With all the evil and the wrong with the world, tears means I survived it. Whatever it is. I survived it and it didn’t destroy me.

That’s power.

My ex was giving me the pouty face. The myspace friend was actually trying to work and I didn’t want to hold them up like some stalker. Talk about awkward moment. And you know how I am about meeting new people anyway. I never know what the hell I’m supposed to say. “Hey, I’m Dew.” “I knew I recognized you.” “I recognized you too.” “You know Nedra?” and thats about it. After that its pretty much a dumb stare unless they start talking.

So the talk? I was as honest as I could be. Now How it ended was a lot better than how it started but I can not say that that is a good thing. We’ll see. The main thing I got from the talk is that they would like me to stop telling them that they deserve better and let them determine what’s best for them. What do you say to that? You are too blind to see that I’m not what’s best for you.

I’m punking out, I know