We humans, and I guess only humans have this strange fascination with possession. Some of it is a given from our monkey mind but I think the most of it comes from a fearful society. A society that believes that people are things and have to kept in chains.
We believe that there is this pie called love. This is specially true of romantic love. That one things that one person can love just one person. Maybe I am wrong. But my counter is maybe love is like an ocean. Maybe there is plenty of anyone. Maybe its not a zero sum game. Maybe we can love many at one times. So don't get too agitated when she looks at someone else. Maybe its not you share of love which is being shared.
Even when she has gone with somebody else. She was never yours. She was always hers. What comes through its own will will leave through its own will. You might have the illusion that this was you who kept her there. But she was there on her own. The love is beautiful because you have been there for her.
We believe that there is this pie called love. This is specially true of romantic love. That one things that one person can love just one person. Maybe I am wrong. But my counter is maybe love is like an ocean. Maybe there is plenty of anyone. Maybe its not a zero sum game. Maybe we can love many at one times. So don't get too agitated when she looks at someone else. Maybe its not you share of love which is being shared.
Even when she has gone with somebody else. She was never yours. She was always hers. What comes through its own will will leave through its own will. You might have the illusion that this was you who kept her there. But she was there on her own. The love is beautiful because you have been there for her.
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