I think trying to define love is like trying to define our unique personalities; we all have a love definition, which we formed through our experiences in life.
Love for me is on the inside and is more about me, where before it was an outside need and all about you.
There has been a total switch in my definition of love.
Before I felt love by what others brought me, I was empty of love unless and until another showed me some love.
I was empty and I would do almost anything to get some love. I was a people pleaser to fill my container called love.
Now I feel love from the inside out.
I am full of love inside.
Love of me and all the different layers, stages and ages that make up me.
I sit with great compassion and empathy of my journey to love me.
It has taken many years to look at me, all the nooks and crannies, the dark side and the light, to see all the facets of myself and to become friendly with them or at least meet them with understanding, little by little trusting and loving me.
I am sure there are still parts of myself I haven’t explored, even sections of my past that lay buried, yet with each new lesson returns another aspect of my self that was long ago sacrificed.
Sacrificed for another’s love, another’s happiness, another’s dream.
Each sacrifice took away a part of me.
Until there was nothing left for me to love.
I will no longer sacrifice my feelings for you, my happiness for yours, or my truths for yours.
Love without sacrifice means loving myself enough to move away…
To steer clear of things that hurt me then and now, to speak my truths, to be honest with my feelings, to protect my happiness and my dreams.
Love is the freedom to be myself.
Love loves my imperfections until they become my perfections of me.
