To be loved is so absolutely beautiful… look at yourself and wonder… oh, God has created youuu and you gathered all the love around you. ❤ This is so intimately tender when they are loving you. The way everyone wants to be loved. The love that makes you feel lucky.
To be loved is a privilege.
Yes, I am loved. Yes, I am lucky. But…am I giving them that love back? Probably No!
Yesss, I hold affection and respect and care and sincerity for them. I hold empathy for them when they are in pain, when they are troubled, when they are not feeling well, but I just can't love them back the way they do.
Yes, I love timeless charm like beautiful natures, beautiful hearts, the art, the muse, the sentiments, the affection, the respect, the tenderness. It's like I love the universe, the people. But… I can't love some people back the way they love me. It's not that they are bad or that I don't like them. It's something inexplicable.
They are probably good people with good hearts, flowing with love, showering care, filled with prayers for my goodness. But some things can't be established by force; you simply can't force yourself to love them, you can't make a fake commitment, you simply can't!
Some things are just: "The matters of the heart, so you can't do anything in that. The matters of the qalb can't be forced."
And to love and not to love someone is exactly a matter of the heart. You can't force your heart.
And so, in that, you neither expect nor complain. Because you know that you haven't done anything lovely as they did, so you never complain or expect, knowing you can't reciprocate.
Some things are like: "yedilkymaamlaathotyhaininprzabardastinahichalskti."
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