An event in a person's life with whom I am (hopefully) developing an intimate relationship made me think of this. This is a lesson that took me a goodly potion of my adult life to learn. Took me more pain that I ever want to remember to learn,
Conditional Love is no Love at all. Period. Just because you Love someone doesn't mean that they are your plaything. A doll to be dressed up the way you want to dress her. And vice versa. True Love is Loving the person the way they are, warts and all. Loving the entire, complete package, just the way it was when you found it. I just felt compelled to post this.