Ownership and Love

There are those who would fall in love with you in a heartbeat, and their love is true, but you can never have them. The moment your embrace turns to a grasp, they dart away like a startled fish, yet they delight to be your plaything when you hold them with an open hand.

There are those who feel that, to love what one does not somehow possess is unsafe, but all possession is temporary. There can be the illusion that something is mine, but ultimately one realizes that you were never an owner, but at best, a lease holder. Even the "me" must be surrendered when the term has expired.  Security is never found in an identity, but rather in what lies behind that.