Love and Sonnet XVII

forgot where this image came from... but credit goes to them

This poem to me is the best definition of love. 

No romantic notions, nothing delicate as the rose. No mooning as a teenager would. 

Without complexities or pride...

Once upon a time, I had loved this way. It was both the happiest and saddest time. I happily made certain sacrifices for him and strove to make him happy in whatever way I can because his happiness mattered too much to me. I doted on him horribly by finding out what he liked to eat, helping him with his projects, patiently listening to him, writing him love notes almost every day which he never read and/or replied to until our relationship ended tragically. There was no me or him but us.

I have gotten over him, I have accepted certain truths about him and me. He has been wanting or shall I say wants to come back and if things were different I would give him a chance. He did have a mega effect on me, he challenged and changed a lot of beliefs I formerly held to be true without having to try. 

These days whenever I read this poem, I wonder if I could love again as much or more than I did him. I am in actually in state of fear to be in a new relationship so one thing is for sure, falling for someone new may not happen any time soon. This time, I will not stress about it despite my age. This time around I will allow myself to be surprised and hopefully find someone or be found by someone who is intelligent but kind and compassionate; who shares some of my beliefs and value system; has  true respect for me as a woman first and a partner second; has a sense of humor; someone worth my admiration and respect as well. ♥