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How can we understand love? Is it really priceless?
The thing that really impressed me was that every morning he woke up before me and made coffee. As simple as it may seem, for me it meant the world. No man ever did it before. Then I thought, he must really love me; and our relationship seemed the best one I’ve ever had. But my mom told me, in life, people always expect something in return. So what was I offering? My affection?
I wanted to take a cigarette from my purse and it hit me. I couldn’t smoke. One of the rules of our relationship was that I must stop smoking. So I put it back. I know smoking is killing me and is for the best to stop while I still can, but this man took something in return that I didn’t even notice. I was holding my cigarette with an undying will to light it up, but I didn’t. Why? Because he would get angry. We would fight. I was not giving up smoking for my own good, but for him. He brought me coffee every morning and in return took my free will.
It may seem like something very small, but is love actually free? I am giving away my choice for morning coffee. Maybe another woman is giving away her free will for a Maserati. Or even worse: a mother may be giving up her free will for her kids to have a father. It doesn’t matter what you get in return, there is always something you must give up.
So was I really willing to give up something as stupid as smoking for a man who woke up before me to make coffee?... something my mother does without expecting anything. My best friend does it every time she sleeps over; she does it because she knows how much I love coffee, she even adds some pistachio cream whenever she manages to get it. That is true love. But a man, who claims to love me, wants to rule me. Did I really consider being with a man who wanted to have me in the palm of his hand, taking it as a form of affection, and thinking he is the one, when in reality I was suffocating? I was born wild and free and my heart can't be won over. It's not love if you must conquer it. I really thought he was special because he made me coffee. And I was mistaken. Our relationship was a continuous exchange; not a fair one.
Love is something you give when you have deep feelings for someone and would do anything to make that person happy; if you put a price tag on it, is no longer love. People are not meant to be possessed so why do we keep settling for bay trades instead of fighting our hearts out?
The thing that really impressed me was that every morning he woke up before me and made coffee. As simple as it may seem, for me it meant the world. No man ever did it before. Then I thought, he must really love me; and our relationship seemed the best one I’ve ever had. But my mom told me, in life, people always expect something in return. So what was I offering? My affection?
I wanted to take a cigarette from my purse and it hit me. I couldn’t smoke. One of the rules of our relationship was that I must stop smoking. So I put it back. I know smoking is killing me and is for the best to stop while I still can, but this man took something in return that I didn’t even notice. I was holding my cigarette with an undying will to light it up, but I didn’t. Why? Because he would get angry. We would fight. I was not giving up smoking for my own good, but for him. He brought me coffee every morning and in return took my free will.
It may seem like something very small, but is love actually free? I am giving away my choice for morning coffee. Maybe another woman is giving away her free will for a Maserati. Or even worse: a mother may be giving up her free will for her kids to have a father. It doesn’t matter what you get in return, there is always something you must give up.
So was I really willing to give up something as stupid as smoking for a man who woke up before me to make coffee?... something my mother does without expecting anything. My best friend does it every time she sleeps over; she does it because she knows how much I love coffee, she even adds some pistachio cream whenever she manages to get it. That is true love. But a man, who claims to love me, wants to rule me. Did I really consider being with a man who wanted to have me in the palm of his hand, taking it as a form of affection, and thinking he is the one, when in reality I was suffocating? I was born wild and free and my heart can't be won over. It's not love if you must conquer it. I really thought he was special because he made me coffee. And I was mistaken. Our relationship was a continuous exchange; not a fair one.
Love is something you give when you have deep feelings for someone and would do anything to make that person happy; if you put a price tag on it, is no longer love. People are not meant to be possessed so why do we keep settling for bay trades instead of fighting our hearts out?
Published 16th Nov 2020
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- Edited 13th Oct 2021 8:45am
16th Nov 2020 8:42pm
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17th Nov 2020 10:10am
well your thoughts couldn't be more true. I believe that love is loyalty as well, doesn't matter where it comes from. And you know...we have a lifetime to learn how to love.
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- Edited 13th Oct 2021 8:45am
17th Nov 2020 10:40am
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17th Nov 2020 10:50am
well I think we all discover what love is before we pass
(doesn't matter what kind of love)
(doesn't matter what kind of love)
17th Nov 2020 1:37am
Dear A,
Interesting thought you pose. Your mother is correct, nothing comes free or at least without some sacrifice in one form or another. What to do? A very insightful perspective I’ll have to do some more thinking. Well written. H🌷
Interesting thought you pose. Your mother is correct, nothing comes free or at least without some sacrifice in one form or another. What to do? A very insightful perspective I’ll have to do some more thinking. Well written. H🌷
17th Nov 2020 4:35am
