When we love without expecting anything back, we don’t mind their flaws or their difficulties or their past mistakes, because we want all of them anyway, entirely whole. We wear our hearts on our sleeves; we give ourselves, we convey our honesty, and for that, we’ve done enough. Actually, we’ve done more than enough; we’ve erased the chance for regrets, for those pesky ‘what if’s within our own frame of mind.
When we love without expecting anything back, we allow ourselves to authentically be, and we invite vulnerability to strongly take its place alongside of us. We pine, we yearn, we smile, we miss, we cry – all in the name of being human. And to still feel how we feel and share those feelings? Why, that’s nothing to shudder at or be ashamed about. That’s fucking brave. That’s bold. That’s the antithesis of fear.