Some people never find themselves. Some people run – they run so far away that they never find what they are looking for. They push everyone they care about away to save them from hurting; to save themselves from hurting. They’re afraid. And if we as loved ones leave so easily, they become abandoned.
Sometimes, as the people they love, we walk away because we think it’s what they want, but mostly it’s because we’re selfish. We don’t want to be hurt, and we become consumed by our own sadness; our own losses. But we fail to recognize that for some people, the moment they push us away is when they need us most. This is the moment that defines whether your love is unconditional, whether you can find the strength to put aside your own feelings, and just focus on them. It’s the moment when the only thing that matters to you, is their happiness.
Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom. – Shakespeare