LOVE ME – Will you please love me – I’m not into love but if you love me that’s cool

Sometimes it feels as if almost everyone you meet is expressing just one thing, over and over again. It is an ache to be loved.

I used to think that the rare few from whom I did not sense this sort of aching had figured out how to be in a certain desired state, where they no longer need to seek love. I am not talking about Buddhists, or about people who have given up on love. They were rather more like poets. I did not get this expression of desire from them, even when I might catch them alone. I needed to figure it out, too.

Now I realize that there was something else happening with those people. It was not that they were not seeking love. And they didn’t necessarily have any more love than me.

They, too, seek love. They are also aching. Now I see how they are also expressing their desire like waves that caress the seashell on the beach: “I am here, will you be here with me? Shall we meet each other?”

Only, they are very careful with their love, because they know that it is everything.