You love someone, you open yourself up to suffering. That the sad truth. Maybe they break your heart. Maybe you’ll break their heart and never be able to look at yourself in the same way. These are the risk.
You see two people. And you think they belong together. But nothing happens.
Thought of loving so much control over personal happiness is unbearable.
That’s the burden. Like wings. They have weight, we feel that weight on our backs. But ,they are burden that lifts us up.
Burdens that allow us to fly.