‘honest love is never wasted’
I happen to be friends with an amazing playwright. She wrote that today, in the broader context of a true story.
I made me feel better about some “wasted love” that haunts me sometimes.
Love is beautiful because it’s given, as she wrote. And that it is kept.
That got me to thinking. Love gets received, too. And in the best-case scenario, returned.
But all of the above criteria don’t have to be met to see the beauty of its existence in the first place. No matter how ephemeral. Because, regardless of how long it exists, isn’t everything?