A little gift for myself, loving you.

Love as a Personal Journey: A Gift to Yourself

We’ve all heard the phrase “love is a two-way street,” but what if I told you that the most profound truth about love is that it’s fundamentally a one-way journey? What if the love you feel for another person is, at its core, a gift you give to yourself—one that enriches your life regardless of whether it’s reciprocated, acknowledged, or even known by its object?

This perspective might sound radical in a culture obsessed with mutual affection and romantic reciprocity, but it represents one of the healthiest ways to understand and experience love. When I explained to you that loving you is a gift to myself—that when you go home, my love for you stays with me while your love for me goes with you—I was articulating a fundamental truth about the nature of human emotion and personal responsibility.

Love Lives Within Us

Love isn’t something we deposit in another person’s emotional bank account, hoping they’ll match our investment. It’s an internal experience that we carry within ourselves. The capacity to love, the warmth it generates, and the meaning it brings to our lives—all of this exists independently of the beloved’s response.

Think about it: when you love someone, you’re the one experiencing the expanded heart, the deeper appreciation for beauty, the increased capacity for joy. You’re the one whose world becomes richer, whose perspective broadens, whose capacity for connection grows. These are gifts you’re giving yourself through the act of loving.

This doesn’t diminish the beauty of mutual love or the joy of reciprocated feelings. Rather, it frees us from the prison of transactional thinking that can poison relationships. When we love as a gift to ourselves, we’re not keeping score, demanding equal returns, or withholding affection until we receive guarantees.

The Myth of Emotional Responsibility

Central to understanding love as a personal journey is recognizing a crucial psychological truth: we are not responsible for other people’s emotions, and they are not responsible for ours. As psychology experts note, “you are not responsible for other people’s feelings, just like they are not responsible for yours.”

This concept, known as emotional responsibility, acknowledges that “beliefs, feelings, and behaviors can only be controlled by the person experiencing them.” When we truly understand this, it transforms how we approach relationships.

You aren’t responsible for managing my love for you, just as I am not responsible for managing your feelings about me. This might initially seem cold or disconnected, but it’s actually the foundation for genuine intimacy. When we stop trying to control or take responsibility for each other’s emotional states, we create space for authentic connection.

Why This Perspective Creates Healthier Relationships

Understanding love as a personal journey rather than a transaction creates several benefits:

Freedom from Manipulation: When we’re not emotionally dependent on specific responses from our partner, we’re less likely to engage in manipulative behaviors designed to extract particular reactions. We can love freely without hidden agendas.

Authentic Expression: Knowing that our love is our own gift to ourselves allows us to express it genuinely, without the anxiety that comes from wondering if we’re “doing it right” or if it will be properly received.

Reduced Resentment: Transactional love breeds resentment when the emotional books don’t balance. But when love is a gift to ourselves, there’s no debt to be repaid, no emotional IOUs to collect.

Emotional Boundaries: As relationship experts explain, “Emotional responsibility empowers us to form clearer and healthier emotional boundaries with others.” When we own our emotions fully, we can engage more authentically with others.

Sustainable Affection: Love that depends on constant reciprocation is exhausting. Love that we give as a gift to ourselves is renewable and sustainable because it draws from our own emotional well.

The Danger of Emotional Codependency

When we make our partners responsible for our emotional well-being, we create what psychologists call emotional codependency. This dynamic is particularly damaging because it transforms love from a free gift into a burden. As one relationship expert notes, when we operate from this mindset, “Slowly the relationship becomes a dangerous place where you don’t want to share your pain in order not to hurt your partner.”

In codependent relationships, both partners begin walking on eggshells, avoiding authentic expression for fear of triggering unwanted emotional responses in the other. This is the opposite of the freedom and growth that healthy love should foster.

What This Doesn’t Mean

It’s important to clarify what this perspective doesn’t mean:

  • It doesn’t mean being callous or inconsiderate toward your partner’s feelings
  • It doesn’t excuse cruel or hurtful behavior
  • It doesn’t eliminate the importance of empathy and compassion
  • It doesn’t suggest that your partner’s emotions are irrelevant to you

Rather, it means recognizing the difference between being considerate of someone’s feelings (which is loving) and being responsible for managing those feelings (which is impossible and unhealthy).

Living This Truth

Embracing love as a personal journey requires a shift in how we think about relationships. Instead of asking “Does he love me as much as I love him?” we might ask “How is my capacity to love enriching my life?” Instead of keeping emotional score, we can focus on how our love expands our own heart and consciousness.

This doesn’t make us selfish—quite the opposite. When we love from a place of internal abundance rather than external neediness, we have more genuine affection to offer. We become more attractive partners because we’re not constantly seeking emotional validation. We become more generous because we’re not operating from a place of emotional scarcity.

The Gift That Keeps Giving

When you understand that loving someone is fundamentally a gift you give yourself, everything changes. Your love becomes unconditional not because the other person deserves it, but because you deserve to experience the fullness of your own loving nature. Your relationships become spaces of freedom rather than obligation, of growth rather than transaction.

This is perhaps the most radical and healing truth about love: it belongs to you. The love you feel, the expansion it creates in your heart, the meaning it brings to your life—all of this is yours to keep, regardless of what anyone else does with it. And in recognizing this truth, you become capable of the kind of free, generous, sustainable love that actually has the power to transform both yourself and your relationships.

Your love is your gift to yourself. Give it freely, without conditions, without expectations of return. In doing so, you’ll discover that the most profound love stories aren’t about two people completing each other, but about individuals who are whole in themselves choosing to share their completeness with another.

Heart ache

Bruh,

AS IF you don’t know every single time you turn your back and walk away from me every time you walk out of my house every time you get in your truck and drive away my heart breaks, you leave me over and over and over and over and over again.
And then you tell me, you’re happy with what we have. You’re happy with breaking my heart every time you see me. You like what we have? Of course I’m gonna keep falling in love with you. That’s not gonna change whether you live with me. Will you live in port A? We live with her. We don’t live. I’m going to continue to fall in love with you. We’re beyond you taking advantage of me. We’re beyond you using me. We are at the point where you are ultimately destroying me. 

And still, I will beg, and please read for you.Allow me to throw myself out of the funeral pyre, that is, you.

As ever yours j

Well, during my walk this morning.

So this morning i realized that when i listened to music and walk all alone early in the morning, and it’s cold. I talked to myself. Actually, i talked to you like a prayer. I. Responded the lyrics in music and the sounds and things i see as if you’re there. And i just find that to be like an interesting observation is that i talk to you as if you’re standing next to me no matter what.

Beautiful, you are.

I was calling you beautiful, and you were getting squirrely. You are beautiful, that photograph I showed you on my ipad of you at breakfast Wednesday morning, the way you looked at me.
That is the beauty of your soul climbing out of you into the world for everybody to see; completely vulnerable. I will never leave you because of that soul, that look.  That is beauty, light, joy, happiness, love, that is love in your eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever been able to capture that look from anybody, but you. Way back in  ’07, I’ve captured that look, a time or two from the stage, on film. You are the most beautiful soul on the face of the Earth. At least you are to me, and I thank you for accepting it. This morning, when you left the house at four am, I made you tell me you were the only one me and that you were unforgettable irresistible, un let go able. How endearing when you did. How absolutely soul capturing. I love you, darling.

Stubbornness, as it were

You and I are very much the same. I have found in the past seventeen years.Dad you’re slightly stubborn. I have also found that I knew 17 years ago that you were in love with me. Give or take a few months, but I knew. In the interim, I have convinced myself hundreds of times that you hold no love for me, but originally I knew. Just the other night. You convinced me again that you’ve been in love with me all along.However I knew. I also understand that you will stubbornly stay in the situation. You are until You are no longer needed by the person in question. However I need you terribly. And I will wait, can you worry about me waiting?And I worry about you worrying about me waiting. We are meant to be together, in my opinion, and my stubbornness must outlast your stubbornness, because you deserve to be taken care of the way you’ve taken care of every other person there is. So let me be stubborn like you. Let me wait it out like you and let me love like you.

Good Day my Sweetheart

I can’t wait to see you. I can’t wait to wrap my arms around you and kiss your neck. —“Hello, my lover, my friend, my heart.” this is what my soul experiences when you appear. My heart races, my mind fills with joy, and my body responds with warmth in unmentionable places. Also the love, the overwhelming love.

I cannot speak for you, however, the way you greet me makes me think that your reaction to me is similar. Your eyes sparkle, smile lighting them, your arms open to receive my embrace, your lips ready to engage in our kisses.

We are incredible, here, seventeen years in, still creating this reaction in one another. And it has deepened. I have been revving all day simply because you texted me. We are adults, fuck, we are elders, and we are always super excited and exciting. Always “yippee” as you put it. We have something here that is different, special. At least for me, the feelings and desire keeps growing. I fall more in love, more desirous of your presence, your company and your conversation, maybe even your wisdom. Your life experiences make your knowledge so different than mine. My experiences are emotional, yours are concrete.

I do look forward to the “regular” stuff. Conversation over coffee and dinners we cook together, planning next Tuesday’s whatever. because the reality is we deserve it, we would be good at it and we would still feel the way we do.

Because, darling the Gods put us together for a reason. Seventeen years in and we are still twitterpated because the higher power(s) know what they are doing. Fated Love is not accidental nor fleeting.

I am enjoying these more recent revelations, the soft side of you that is really beginning to reveal itself. Baby, I have always been aware of your hidden emotional depths, I could sense them even at the very start, one of the reasons I have always loved you is this secret propensity for great feeling. Your self preservation makes you hide and bury and even deny the existence of this secret place. The high walls you have built around it, have always made it more enticing to me. Seventeen years of enticement, and I finally feel like you have opened the gates to me. The love that has poured out and the trust that it has taken to get to this point is immense. I understand how hard you have let it become to be open because of the fear of the past repeating itself. I also understand that my patience has been rewarded by you finally trusting me that entirely. I honor it with even more honesty, more leaning in.

I also have past trauma, and I am scared that if I lean in too much, I may fall on my face, however, I also must trust against past lessons. trust you and your loving heart. Trust the fates and their guidance, trust the feeling in my gut when I focus on these things.

I must place faith in you. In your truths and your emotions and your love. This is the lesson for us both, i think, to trust and love in the face of adversity, with the knowledge that the one we love can utterly, truly destroy you. The truth of our love is trust. You must trust that the more you give me, the more I love you, the more of your weaknesses that exposes, the less I would ever wish to hurt you.

Darling, I love you more now than I ever have before, and because of the nearly two decades of experience of you, I know that tomorrow is another opportunity to fall even further into this emotional ocean with you. I also know that the commitment we have somehow created for and to one another exists outside the normal rules of and about these things.

There are stressors and strangenesses for us, that should really not exist this far into a relationship, however those outside influences and hardships have helped to forge this unbreakable bond. The things which were not meant to be permanent, the harsh ex-husbands, the problems have found the solution. We are the solution. Our undemanding, unconditional love that knows no bounds is the answer. No matter the question, no matter the trial, our love will see us through. This will outlast even us, our current lives.

Could I ask for more? Do I wish for you to be mine, exclusively? Do I hope that you and I will see one another each and every day? yes to all these things. But if these things happened the first or even the second time I really desired it, our love would never have become bulletproof. We may even have failed by now. Instead, here I am on my front porch typing away about our unbreakable bond as the drizzle falls and our desire grows.

This is the kind of love that outlasts and overcomes.

Good Evening, My Love…

I have spent the entirety of today thinking about us, about the mysterious more, and about the things we actually deserve. Today I came to understand that the relationship we have may be entirely in my mind. I came to realize that your experience of me, may be an entity in your mind that is completely and totally different than what I see. This is a strange idea to me and I find it both intriguing and terrifying. It really is all down to perception.

About perception: I can tell you some things, here where I don’t think you’ll ever read them. My perception this morning as I ran errands over rock city hill to the opposite side was at least temporarily of us together. You home when I arrive from work and you only mine. The regular-ness of life and daily living was a balm to my soul. Even in my imagination, you are the spark and the flame, the drive and the vehicle, the love and the reason. You are someone, no the only one, who I would run to come home to, yet push away and set free, and happily await your return at the end of the run. I would give an arm and a leg, if you didn’t like those two things to be beside you. And the absolutely only reason I have not taken steps to move myself closer to this goal is respect for you and your choices.

“Even when these choices negatively affect me. I will back you in them. And this scares me about myself.”

But whether my imagination has run away with me, or if you and I are in the same opsition, I will wait for you, I will fight for you. I will spend every moment I can with you, and work to spend even more.

I am desperately in love with you.

You are Away.. and I want to be with you.

The original plan was to follow you. To surprise you. Dip in for breakfast and back out, but the weather is against us. I want to see you, touch you, talk to you, look you in the eyes while I do. I have come to a new place in my thoughts, where I believe you should have some idea what I am actually feeling, and I have come out of the writer’s closet and made my site findable for you. I don’t know if that is of any real interest to you, or if you will ignore it, however, I will lay it out for you. Not everything will make it in here, however, as I write with pen and paper much more often. The truth is that I am always expressing my emotions for you, but not to you. This creates a negative space where I should be saying more, but am not. So I have to approach this in two ways, one, I must allow more truth to escape from my lips, and I have to do this, put it where you can find it.

The written word will always be more expressive for me. I feel no shyness or awkwardness in it and I can just let it flow. But it may be keeping us smaller, too. I may actually be harming us by the release here, instead of with you. I am doing what I can to rectify that. Would rather wake up beside you, though.

So Much More, My Love

So yesterday was a testament to my joyful insanity and the happiness and depth you bring to my life. Believe it or not, you bring me satisfaction, mirth, companionship, and happiness. You are my smile. I hope, at least, I contribute to yours. I adore so many things about you. I love more about you than even I knew. Driving for distances in the dark tends to make me think quiet, long thoughts which are absent while chatting, reading, or drawing. I like this.

In the darkness near Gerry, NY last evening, the radio gave me Def Leppard. And I saw, in the eyes of my mind, for the first time in a very long time, you, playing, leaning into the mike to sing. The realization poured over me like the lyrics, sticky sweet, and eye-opening. I haven’t actually pictured you that way, in that persona, in a couple of years, or more. Because while that part of your life and our relationship was instrumental, I am madly in love with you, now. As you are, were, and will be, and every facet of you has equal weight and clarity in my mind. 🙂 I smile picturing you with your coffee klatch, head under a hood, stick in hand, or on the lathe. My heart leaps at the mental image of you turning your hat around backwards to kiss me. You in all your masks, all your roles, make me love you more. The reality is that I love your soft underbelly and I love your broad protective shoulders. I have fallen in love with the man who is so much more than the sum of all your different parts. And when the realization of all this struck, I smiled in the night like the Cheshire cat and tears filled my eyes, joyful ones because many people never experience loving this way, and you have brought that to me.

Yes, our situation can be sad, difficult, and tumultuous. Yes, sometimes I am lonely and wish for another outcome. Often I wish that I was beside you and beaming with love as we do, to give hope to all the daughters that have lost faith in love. I want every moment to be with you. To spend the rest of our lives making you as happy as you deserve. To make the next decade your best, and that would make it my best by association. However, I will love you in whatever capacity I am able. For whatever time is allotted. If the Goddess and universe make room for me I will be more than happy to fill that space, however, I will not force it. Occasionally I catch myself acting like a common woman and getting jealous or rageful, maybe even spiteful. And I remember that I am not those things, and no matter what the imagined gain would be, I cannot let those emotions define me. I am better than that, you are better than that, and we are so much better than that. So in those moments I sit with myself and create, I put my passion into the perfectly arched line and my anger into the deepest shadows. I write this and many other never-ending love letters to pour the negatives out, as well as to explore my deep long thoughts.

I am graced to love and be loved this way. It is with honor and truth I repay the universe for it’s favor. I will continue loving with all of myself, and utilizing the gift for what it is.