Is it possible to care for someone so much that you would allow them to hurt you? I mean any kind of hurt, physical or emotional. I suppose love is just that - trusting someone so much that you would let them cause you harm. Because maybe you believe that deep down they really care and would never wish to cause you pain or suffering. Or you don't really believe it, but rather you just hope for it. A dwindling hope as time goes on and they continue to do the same stupid things. How are we to know when love is real? Is this irrational form of disrespect to oneself a sign of true love? Movies and popular culture seem to say so. But does that then stem from reality, or is it just made up garbage? I like to think real love is kind, compassionate. That it does not hurt, but heals. That it can conquer pain and hatred, and all of those other horrid, petty human feelings. Call me a hopeless romantic - hopelessly insane. It's just what I feel - though time and again the Universe seems to prove me incorrect. I will keep trekking; I will keep believing and hoping that this love - this ethereal concept - can actually manifest itself in my life.
~HB
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