Spending time Convinced that it's mine With her, just to keep her out of mind
Still I'll take care to see which way the wind blows, notice how her hair curls Pay no mind to the clown fits to your side, content to her despite cry He's a fool, to assume We each bear a thougt a recieve has just been got
I don't find it funny, anymore And so I won't play the part, I played before Oh no
Now, do you?
I don't see him laughing anyway And so won't play a part in your mistake, no way
Unless you stay
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Perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved, that is, we demand something (love) from our partner instead of delivering ourselves up to him demand-free and asking of nothing but his company.
— Kundera
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an
animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable. — C.S. Lewis
So it’s always a process of letting go, one way or another.