I listen to the words of one of my favorite songs by the Beatles, In My Life, and it breaks my heart.
I love people. I’ve loved some more than others. And I’ve loved one more than anything… I’ve trusted and been let down. I’ve worn the rose colored glasses and practically worshiped the man I love.
I love my children with a love that rips me apart each time I think of them.
I love my friends, who have have become my family. And I love them with every ounce of love I have left.
I’ve loved myself and tried to stay true to who I am but often, I lose track of that and love my people more.
I love. I am love. I share love. Yet love consumes me and often ends up hurting me more than I can handle…
I’ve lost a lot. And I appreciate the experiences that love has brought. But I can’t justify the pain that comes when that love is not reciprocated or when it gets torn away from me.
I’m in between, as I can’t control who I love. But I’m tired of getting hurt. And I’m sorry if I take it out on you as I search for balance.
To all whom I love, to all who I ever loved… I love you truly and unconditionally and I always will.