Sometimes I wish I could just withdraw from everything, and not have to love anyone, and not have to be hurt when they are; and not have anyone love me, and therefore not have them miss me or worry about me or be hurt if I am. I wish the second clause much more than the first.
But it is impossible and, in the truth of things, undesirable: a withdrawn heart, to paraphrase Lewis, is one that will become a cold and empty and lifeless place. But oh, sometimes it hurts to love.
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(Pardon the unknown intruder)
Oh, this resonates!
If it hurts to Love, does such an assesment carry implications for the One Who IS Love?
(haha. Pardon given freely.)
Well, that One is perfect, and we are imperfect, which is the only reason it hurts. Were we perfect like Him, love would be also, and would no longer hurt.
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