Unconditional Love



He always knows what is the right thing to do whenever I am upset.
He always has new ideas to impress me and his ideas always succeed in making me smile. There are these things he says with his eyes, things that always make me shed a tear or two, asking myself a question - "What did I do to deserve this kind of love?"



He knows when I want to be alone and I hate it when at such times he pulls at my sleeves and forces me to walk out of the house but when I drive with him to our favorite spot and snuggle close to him under the starry sky, my heart always fills with happiness and optimism. At times, it also fills my heart with fear, fear of losing him. I always fear losing him because I know I am not his first choice. I know some day someone else is going to come and take him away from me. Brushing those thoughts aside I try to enjoy my days with him. When he is with me, he is completely loyal to me and that is what matters the most. When he is around I feel secure, I know that no one would ever dare touch me or trouble me in his presence.
We share a bed large enough to accommodate three people yet I allow him to snuggle close to me and at times let him keep his head over my chest and listen to my heart sounds as I run my fingers through his hair.

In the mornings, as he wakes me up by tickling my ears it makes me start my day with a smile and I really enjoy that. He knows how much I love him and how much I care for him. In spite of my busy schedule I love to cook for him and when he eats as if he has never eaten before, I feel happy.
He is always there to welcome me whenever I return home from work and that really makes me look forward to returning home. The moment I enter the house, I give him a warm hug and all the stress simply evaporates in thin air.

However, I know this is going to change soon. Very soon, the doorbell would ring and as I open the door, he would walk to the door with me and after seeing the person at the door, he will rush into the arms of that person. I cannot blame him, she owns him. He has always been hers and though he loves me, I know he cannot be with me. As I said earlier, I am not his first choice. In spite of all this, I am sure; he would be there for me, always. He would be next door and whenever I call him, he will answer my call.
As he rests his head on my lap, running my fingers through his hair I await the moment when she will take him with her and almost immediately the doorbell rings. He gets up and rushes to the door before I do. Does that mean he loves her more than he loves me? I guess, I should leave that question unanswered. Actually, that question does not make any sense. That question is applicable to humans like us who categorize love in different forms and percentages. Love for him is simply love and he loves those who love him.
I walk to the door and open it for my neighbor who is here to take back her dog she had left with me for a few weeks because she was out of town. As I bend on my knees and kiss his furry head, I know in my heart that he would love me just the way he has loved me all this while and he is only a call away when I need caring and security.



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  1. Love should always be unconditional else it is not love..

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  2. True.


    GBU
    Arti

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