Love makes me happy. I don't mean romantic love, but the love of one person accepting another just as he is. When someone loves me for myself, I am happy. For someone who loves me for the simple, strange person I am, I would do almost anything. So many times we "love" others for what we can get from them; maybe talking to a particular person makes us feel important, or makes us laugh, or whatever. No matter what it is, we're in it for what we can get, and yet we think, "I love this person! Look at how nice I was to them today!" Even then we are "loving" others so we can pat ourselves on the back. That is not love. Love is giving of yourself to make someone else happy. It is accepting one another whether we are weird, or ugly, or helpless, or boring. Love is about what you can do for another needy, sinful person.
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." ~1 Corinthians 13:4-7
~The Dryad
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