We are forever afraid of caring too much, loving too much, because they might not love us back. Really, what we should fear is becoming desolate, and cold, and unfeeling. Cruel. Love makes us alive, it makes up everything that ever was or is important.
We knit a sweater for another “with care”, and that sentiment is what keeps us warm during a long, cold night, knowing that someone out there, maybe miles away, cares about our comfort. We cook with love as the seasoning, and it flavors more than just our food.
We can never care enough, ever, because even if they don’t love you as much as you want them to, love is not self-serving, and we should love simply because it is good, and pure, and joyful. Love hurts too, yes, but the benefits outweigh the risks so thouroughly that sometimes I wonder how we could ever want to choose anything less.
Love others without abandon, with no goal other than to simply love them. Just remember: love. If someone does not love you back, you may be teaching them how; so love thoroughly, without abandon, through your fingertips, and your toes, and out the ends of your hair.
Love without abandon, even if they abandon you.