I am sure I will never know how to demonstrate unconditional love. It is too complicated and beautiful for me to truly extend. However, there are a few people I believe I am on the verge of loving unconditionally. Perhaps it is because they do nothing that warrants not loving them. They know and I know-- that is not the case. We have let each other down and raised each others hopes higher than we could deliver. Still, we love each other.
It is hard for me sometimes being the one away from a group of people I've been so close to for so long. I worry that they think I've turned my back on them and I worry that if they do indeed think that they may be right. Because my mind is so wrought with worries like these, I love days when I get to see them and remember what connects us and allows us to be(come) who we are without neglecting what we are to one another.
These feelings of connection and comfort only increase tenfold when I get to share these people with my friends who are equally dear and spectacular people. When I was little I would never mix groups of friends because I worried that they would hate each other, or worse-- like each other more than they like me. Now, in my old age, I can appreciate who people are and who they are not and that we have the capacity to love whoever we meet with warmth.
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