A woman's love

Is herself. Complete and total and infinite self-sacrifice. There are no bounds, it is deep and loyal and unwavering and exposed. Sometimes it may be unrequited but that is her love - to be willing to devote herself so completely to the well-being of someone else. I come from a family of strong women - courageous women, who have gone through massive ordeals, who have unfortunately, come out with the short end of things. But even with the men in their lives gone or divorced or married to someone else, don't judge. Their love for their family is whole and complete and passionate. And that is the way I am. I feel deeply, I'm not a shallow person. I don't get angry so often as I just get hurt and dissapointed, especially with the people I care about a lot. So I'm exhausted. I am completely and utterly exhausted and I'm glad that I'm not some emotionless zombie but I still feel too much, I have my heart on my sleeve and I expose myself. It can get me hurt but it also makes me stronger, at least I hope.