It’s really a sad thing when you see people on here writing about how they wish they had love in their life- could give love, receive it. They’re really desperate to be shown unconditional affection and adoration. Then compare those who had love, threw it away and talk about it as if it’s something not worth having because of the ‘pain’ it put them through. About how it’s not worth putting someone else’s life before theirs. I just don’t get how something so valued can end up holding such great negativity and so little importance.
