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To Be Loved Is a Privilege, It Is Not A Right
Don’t expect love to be unconditional or reciprocal
I always thought I had a right to be loved because I was a loving, caring person worthy of the kind of love I would be so happy to give someone else.
Life has a funny way of teaching us the cruellest lessons.
Maybe we should have listened when we were taught that expectations are the roots of all heartache.
Perhaps, the problem is we were not even taught it to begin with.
Love is a privilege
The quiet, gentle moments.
The fun & spontaneous moments.
Sharing each other’s joys & worries.
The safety.
The comfort.
The laughs.
The firsts and the lasts.
They are all privileges.
Not everyone will experience these. Some may never feel butterflies deep in their gut when looked at, and others may never feel the warm embrace of another person on a cold winter’s night.
It is a privilege. Love is a privilege.
Movies taught us that as long as the main character was a kind, loving person, they would get their fairy-tale ending.
Movies are fiction.
Sometimes the best people get the worst endings.
Maybe not everyone has a right to be loved, or maybe, fairy tales need new endings.
Maybe we don’t all ‘live happily ever after’.
