Love is a slippery thing. Just when you feel like you have a hold on it, it slides through your fingers. All that’s left is the slime that used to taste like honey. Just when you wash it all off, someone throws you a fast one and there you are catching it on reflex, starting the cycle all over again. Sometimes it feels better than others, sometimes its the same old thing. Then at other times it just surprises you – sometimes maybe even in a good way. What can you do? Stop catching? People aren’t geared that way. We can’t help but feel the need to love and be loved. It’s sort of part of the reason we were created I believe. God made us to glorify Him and love one another. Simple.
Understandably, pain may drive some to give up on it all together, because they say there’s nothing worst than unrequited love.
Or as one anonymous quote goes:
The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you.
And then someone else said:
You never lose by loving. You always lost by holding back.
I guess fools like me cling to the latter with a vengence in the hopes of finding someone who feels the same. The extent of human love in its purest form astounds me. It is more than the giddying effects of infatuation. It is more than lighthearted fancies. It is more than a whim; more than a pang; more than heat from raging hormones. It is the thing that when robbed of leads you to sure ruin. It is the thing that led William S. Gilbert to pen:
Love, unrequited, robs me of my rest:
Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul encumbers:
Love, nightmare-like, lies heavy on my chest,
And weaves itself into my midnight slumbers!
Only few can rise phoenix like out of this ruin. But when will the ruin destroy for good the hope of the astounding human capacity to capture slipery love and seal it between the faithful heat of two hearts?
1 Jn 3:18