It Is Called Love

Posted on Friday 20 April 2012

Some people care too much... I think it's called love.  --Winnie the Pooh

Some people care too much... I think it's called love. --Winnie the Pooh

When people care too much,
When anything you do affects them,
When they look forward to what you will say to certain things,
When they wait for the next day to arrive only so they can talk to you again,
When they find a way to put you in every context of their everyday talk,
When anything becomes special only because you are there,
When they count seconds when you are together…
It’s nothing else but LOVE…
Cherish such people,keep them close to your heart…
They deserve to be loved in the same way,never to part

I think it is very tragic that some people I know think that you can care too much for someone. I have to wonder what their lives are really like if they can not understand the very basic fact that if you have loved and cared for someone for almost 20 years–abandoning them because they have fallen ill is not really an option. Yet, that is the advice many of them have given me and do not understand why it has taken me so long to make the decision to walk away.

Maybe, it is because people who truly love have become far and few between in this modern age.

Maybe, it is because making a commitment to someone, especially if it costs you emotionally, physically, financially and socially to do so, has become something almost unheard of.

Maybe, it is because caring about people, instead of possessions, has fallen by the wayside in our overly materialistic society.

Yet, in my heart, I know caring for the amazing young woman I asked to marry me last summer is the right thing to do. Right now, her illness–and probably her family and friends–prevent her from acknowledging what our relationship truly is or how she truly cares for me.

I do not believe that she and I would have spent a week talking about all the things we did last June, unless she loved me the way I love her and wanted to marry me. I do not think that she would tell me she loves me in two different languages unless she truly did.

Even though she has not been a part of my life since last July, I still worry about her. I still hold to the vows, promises and commitments I made to her then. Unlike most people today, I do not make promises, vows and commitments with the expectation of dishonoring them. I have cared for her, protected her, loved her and been her friend for all of her life. Even if she does not recognize it, I still care for her, love her and am her friend.

May God watch over my beloved Ellie. God bless her and protect her, even from herself. May God grant her the strength, courage, and will to fight her addictions and return to being her true self. May God grant her the wisdom to see the truth—both about her illness and about us.

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