i want to fall in love with someone who loves me as much as i love them!

“Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adorned with two perfect wings and with glossy, colorful, marvelous feathers. In short, he was a creature made to fly about freely in the sky, bringing joy to everyone who saw him.

One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him. She watched his flight, her mouth wide in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitement. She invited the bird to fly with her, and the two traveled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and venerated and celebrated that bird.

But then she thought: He might want to visit far off mountains! And she was afraid, afraid that she would never feel the same way about any other bird. And she felt envy, envy for the bird’s ability to fly- And she felt alone.
And she thought: ‘I’m going to set a trap. The next time the bird appears, he will never leave again.’
The bird, who was also in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage.

She looked at the bird every day. There he was, the object of her passion, and she showed him to her friends, who said:
‘Now you have everything you could possibly want.’ However, a strange transformation began to take place: now that she had the bird and no longer needed to woo him, she began to lose interest. The bird, unable to fly and express the true meaning of his life, began to waste away and his feathers to lose their gloss; he grew ugly; and the woman no longer paid
him any attention, except by feeding him and cleaning out his cage.

One day, the bird died. The woman felt terribly sad and spent all her time thinking about him. But she did not remember the cage, she thought only of the day when she had seen him for the first time, flying contentedly amongst the clouds.

If she had looked more deeply into herself, she would have realized that what had thrilled her about the bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.

Without the bird, her life too lost all meaning, and death came knocking at her door. ‘Why have you come?’ she asked Death. ‘So that you can fly once more with him across the sky,’ Death replied. ‘If you had allowed him to come and go, you would have loved and admired him even more; alas, you now need me in order to find him again.’ “

A legend about the Sioux Indians tells us that once upon a time Angry Bull and Blue Cloud went holding hands to see the old sorcerer of the tribe and asked:

” We love each other and we’re gonna get married, but we love each other so much that we want an advice to make sure we stay together forever, that’ll assure we’ll be together until death. Is there anything we can do? “

The old man; touched, for he saw two young people so in love and eager for a word, said:

“There’s something you can do, even if it’s very hard. You, Blue Cloud, should climb the highest mountain on the north carrying just a net and hunt the most beautiful raven and bring it to me alive until the third day of the full moon. And you, Angry Bull, should climb the mountain of the throne. Up there, you’ll find the stronger of the eagles, using just a net you’ll catch her and bring it to me alive.”

The two young went away to do their tasks.
On the established day, in front of the sorcerer’s tent, there were the two with the birds. The old man took them off the bags and saw they were exactly what he had asked for.

“And now, what will we do?” they asked.
“Get the birds, rap their feet together with these leather strips. When it’s tight, let them go so they’ll fly free.”

They did what they were asked to and the eagle and the raven tried to fly, but could only leap across the ground. Minutes later, angry because they could not fly, the birds started to flight and hurt each other.
So the old man said:

“Never forget what you’re watching, this is my advice. You are like the eagle and the raven. If you’re tight to each other, even because you love each other, not only will you live dragging yourselves, but also, sooner or later you’ll start to hurt each other. If you want your love to live, fly together, but never tight.
Free the one you love so they can fly with their own wings.”

The main lesson is knowing that only when we’re free, we’re able to love.

“Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.

Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.

When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.

Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said,
“Richness, can you take me with you?”
Richness answered, “No, I can’t. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you.”

Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. “Vanity, please help me!”
“I can’t help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat,” Vanity answered.

Sadness was close by so Love asked, “Sadness, let me go with you.”
“Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!”

Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her.

Suddenly, there was a voice, “Come, Love, I will take you.” It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Realizing how much was owed the elder,

Love asked Knowledge, another elder, “Who Helped me?”
“It was Time ,” Knowledge answered.
“Time?” asked Love. “But why did Time help me?”
Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered……

"Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is."

“Some say, “Love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed,”
Some say, “Love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.”
Some say, “Love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need.”
I say, “Love, it is a flower, and you, its only seed.”
It’s the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance.
It’s the dream afraid of waking that never takes a chance.
It’s the one who won’t be taken who cannot seem to give,
And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong,
Just remember, in the winter far beneath the bitter snow,
Lies the seed that with the sun’s love, in the spring becomes the rose.”

“Don’t treat as a priority who treats you as an option”

words that come out way too easy, sometimes don’t really carry all that they really mean.

for some reason I kinda liked it:

” Staring at the sky so blue
Endless sky … and you
In my dreams, in my thoughts
I have nothing but you
Love, that I have for you
Love, that is never shared with you
Because of a fear unknown
Which has left me alone
Cold deepness in your eyes
Which never lets me rise
The unknown silence in your voice
Leaves me with no choice
But to keep this fear always in my heart
And never let my love ever to start”

Falling for people who don’t like me, or not falling for those who do like me.
I’m tired of giving my soul and the best of my heart to those who rarely think about me.
It’s hard for me to let myself fall in love and really trust someone, and usually when I do, it’s for people who are actually my friends and who don’t see me as more than that, and it just hurts.