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I am enjoying spending time under one roof with people who love me for who I am; who don’t indulge me but accept me with my flaws, weighing them against my good sides; who don’t need nor ever would demand sacrifices of me to prove to them that I love them, too; whose only expectation of me is to be happy and fulfilled, because seeing me happy is the fulfilment of their lives’ amibition for me. I’m with my dear parents.
True, it is easy for them to love me like this. They didn’t meet me somewhere along the way and have to get to know and learn to accept my idiosyncracies. After all, I am their creature, physically and to a large degree mentally and emotionally, as well.
I don’t and now never will have children of my own whom I could give this kind of unconditional love but I will try to love like that someone who at some point may cross, then join my path, or I his, or maybe we find and follow an entirely new one. I hope that he can love me like that, too.
And I wish all of you that you did, do or will experience how beautiful it is to love and be loved this way.