People love each other for the sake of love itself. This love over time creates the relationship; that hidden place all lovers create, that forbidden space where differences relate (if you wanna put it poetically). To preserve this relationship however, both individuals give parts of their self away. Here we see love is a self-sacrifice for the benefit of both persons' growth and development.
There is that common tendency for lovers to totally forget about themselves to keep a relationship alive; giving too much without taking what one needs in order to give once more. They forget to eat, sleep, prioritize, think, decide, act, and so on. They are at the mercy of love by completely surrendering themselves for the relationship. Thus, the balance of the two is important. You always come before love.
If love was a ball of yarn that unraveled while the lovers parted to remember themselves again, the lovers can always collect the yarn by gathering it again; retracing its path to find out where it had gone wrong and why it unraveled, to start anew.
If love was a spider web woven by two spiders who took a break from spinning web, it is easily damaged. Yet if the spiders are determined enough, they would continue to spin web until the web is as strong as ever, sacrificing their strength to do so.
If love was love itself made by two people who believe in its power, they would use it to care for each other so that the sacrifice they make will be the gift they receive.
If love was a blog made by me and my big mouth, it would be useless to post... for the author has never experienced it yet. The author still has hope however that the balance between those who have loved in this world, and those who have loved and lost will serve as a reminder that love is a game... a game the human race just can't get enough of.
I'll leave you with this song from Icelandic singer, Bjork, which is a direct reference for one of the statements shown above.
Lyrics:
While you are away
My heart comes undone
Slowly unravels
In a ball of yarn
The devil collects it
With a grin
Our love
In a ball of yarn
He'll never return it
So when you come back
We'll have to make new love
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