Truth
Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage, make a prison. Mature persons in love help each other to be free; they help each other to destroy all sorts of bondages. And when love flows with freedom there is beauty. When love flows with dependence there is ugliness.
A mature person does not fall in love, he or she rises in love. Only immature people fall; they stumble and fall down in love. Somehow they were managing and standing. Now they cannot manage and they cannot stand. They were always ready to fall on the ground and to creep. They don’t have the backbone, the spine; they don’t have the integrity to stand alone.
A mature person has the integrity to stand alone. And when a mature person gives love, he or she gives without any strings attached to it. When two mature persons are in love, one of the great paradoxes of life happens, one of the most beautiful phenomena: they are together and yet tremendously alone. They are together so much that they are almost one. Two mature persons in love help each other to become more free. There is no politics involved, no diplomacy, no effort to dominate. Only freedom and love.
At some point you will realize that you have done too much for someone or something, that the only next possible step to do is to stop. Leave them alone. Walk away. It’s not like you’re giving up, and it’s not like you shouldn’t try. It’s just that you have to draw the line of determination from desperation. What is truly yours would eventually be yours, and what is not, no matter how hard you try, will never be.
There is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these lovable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else; they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.
Let’s get something straight here. I loved you. I loved you with everything I had in me. But it was never good enough for you, I was never good enough for you. I would have done anything to keep you by my side, but you pushed me away for so long that I gave up. I’m walking away from this and I can promise I’m never looking back. It’s going to hurt, and it’s going to be tough, but I can’t keep on going with the way things are between us. It’s over and it’s been over for the longest time. We both just didn’t want to believe it. As much as it kills to say this, we aren’t meant to be in each others’ lives anymore. We aren’t the same two people we used to be. We’ve changed. You’re not the same boy I fell in love with. That boy well, hes gone. So what’s the point of loving him if he doesn’t exist anymore? I wanted to be with the boy who fought for me more than anyone had ever, the boyb who led me to believe when I was with him, I had nothing to worry about, the boy who I thought was different from all the rest. But it turns out, I was completely wrong. You left me so many times when I needed you the most. Every time I begged you to stay, you always found a reason to leave.So now, as you sit here to beg me not to let go, I, for once, can’t think of a reason to stay. Yeah, I do love you, but being in love with you isn’t enough anymore. Our love isn’t enough anymore. I have to walk away from this, even though it’s probably going to destroy me.
