Something I noticed, once upon a time, was that I couldn't get rid of love by giving it away. I forgave the guy that my ex-wife left me for, and I felt lovable and forgiven, in the process. There are many faces, but only One Being. There is no one to give love to but Me. There is no one to withhold love from but Me. Recently, I've noticed the same thing about those whom I love. Someone I love, gives her love to someone else, and I'm the one who receives it. It thrills me to see her express her love for another, because I know what love is, and I want that for her, and for him, and for me.
Once I got clear that love isn't personal; that my Beloved is behind every face, it became effortless to release my grip on a particular individual. While she could provide access to my Beloved, she couldn't possibly keep her from me. In light of that, I grant her complete freedom to like what she likes, and want what she wants. I'll be fine, and my Beloved approaches, as we speak.
