The love I give is what I am willing to give. It won’t be affected by the other’s reaction. If I point out the hurt I got, and there is no improvement over time, then it is the other’s loss.
Love, a care from the inner, is unable to buy. Maybe in a lifetime, there won’t be too many times to be romantic and crazy. Not only are such people who deserve the adventure rare, but the time and energy are limited, especially the impulse that stimulates the adventure.
It is a pity that most people lack such an impulse. Generally, there are two situations. The first is that they are afraid they won’t be chosen — the fear hinders action. The other is that they haven’t grown into attractive people; their love is very safe, but their value lies within the social framework.
Ultimately, the determination lies in how they manage their relationship with themselves and the world. In the conflict between social values and the self, some choose to compromise, but with bearable pain for the loss of meaning; some choose to keep themselves, with unbearable pain for fitting into society.
It’s super hard to be in balance.
Seeking inward, to bear with the unbearable pain, to grow up.