Honesty removes the hope

When you love someone you can’t love, it’s a constant reaching. You don’t just walk away when you’re told you have to. You know there’s no hand to meet yours but you hold it out there anyway. You singlehandedly display the epitome of human resilience, and you do it all silently. You somehow remain convinced that honesty removes hope, and that compromises the fact on which your love can thrive, the hope that one day, they’ll change their minds. And that finally, for somebody, you’ll be enough.

But the truth is that as much as that love drives people, it’s often barricaded by the love of keeping their pride intact. They don’t want to get down into the humility of being human because it means they’re just as embarrassingly normal as the rest of us. You either love someone or you love your ego. The two rarely coincide. Love is not waiting somewhere for us to stumble upon it and soak it up in deluded ecstasy with no reverence for the painstaking reality of what it takes to really be a blissed out human being.