29 de janeiro de 2008

Love


Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking. It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.
Somebody who can't love themselves is not eligeble to love anyone else.
A person who doesn't respect other people, who can't be understanding, who lacks humbleness, who isn't brave enough to face their own weakness and to admit faults will never love and absolutely never be loved in return.
Love is the most pure thing. Love is an elevated feeling. Truly loving comprehends moe than being nice, than being around, than saying you're supportive. Someone who really loves someone else has the courage to say the one you love is wrong, to push this person foward. Someone who loves a person wants the best foe them.
Only being together isn't enough. If you think you love someone but you do not contribute to this person development, you don't love them. It's something else. Maybe an urge for attention, maybe a big sickness, but not love.
I know I love somebody and I'm loved in return. This feeling is wonderful and overwhelming.
I love you Fe.....