You are wild, free, and beautiful. I love you! Now here, let me slip this bridle on you, and let me lead you into my cage. I will feed you and care for you and run with you, but you must always be under my control for I cannot bear to lose you. You are mine. And if I get tired or distracted, I may leave you for you a long time in your stuffy, dirty stall. But do not forget I love you.
Is this love or is it possession? When we love someone, do we trade their freedom for our sense of security?
Let those we love run free. If they come to us, if they stay, our heart will swell with the joy that they do so of their own will and desire. And if they choose to go, let them. It is a hard truth, but only love that is free can be immortal. If we try to trap love it will eventually die. Let us turn our false sense of security into an appreciation for what we have, while we have it, and be blessed.
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