I lie in bed sometimes and think about what happens if this relationship falls apart. If this developing “us” goes to pieces. If I’ll be left again, or if I’ll hurt someone as badly as I have been hurt in the past. What a beautiful gift is someone’s heart and how fragile it can be. How much power we give to someone else when we love them.
Why do we do it? I lie there and wonder why I shouldn’t just find a comfortable hobbit hole to live in and be comfortably and safely alone.
And all I come up with is that the rewards are worth the risks. The joy of loving and of being loved outweighs the pain of being hurt. Add in our tendency to allow current emotions to overwhelm our past heartaches and we find that loving grows our hearts and it grows ourselves. It is when we put others first without begrudging them for it. And it is happiness in the smallest of things. A smile. A hand on your leg. A message left for you to find.
So why? Because it’s worth it.