Love is a choice. Each of us, in front of a story that takes place, or when it ends, it makes a choice. He chooses to trust, for example, choose to invest in the future, planning a wedding, a house or a child, or choose to send it back along winding side streets. Choose to start from himself, at the end of a story, or pining in the past.
love means choose to commit a daily basis and build brick by brick in the report referred to want to reflect, without guarantee of outcome. This is true for any form of love, which is facing a partner, to a child, a friend. From this point of view, love is faith, not asking anything in return.
In fact we have an expectation towards the target. We expect that our feelings are reciprocated and that our efforts will not be in vain. We are in a relationship, the answer is necessary: \u200b\u200bIf there is missing the relationship itself. But what happens when there is a mismatch between the objectives of both parties? When will the report takes the wrong turn and become irretrievable?
Sometimes you have to have the strength to admit we're wrong, we're investing in a lens that does not really belong to us, that the reports are hardening so that we do not feel good, but it's hard. It 'hard to put aside themselves and their expectations, it is difficult to change their ways of acting, even if the people around us are quite clear and a solution at hand.
Sometimes it becomes easier close your eyes, shake their fists and go further. Maybe there will quite a bit before going to crash. There is time. I have chosen.
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