Loving people is both draining and rewarding, it’s true.
it’s like trying to fix a leaking faucet without the owner’s manual
looking for a light switch in the dark
giving up the last piece of cake before having cut it
falling backwards blindfolded
running through a bed of flowers only after realizing the bed is filled with pollen and bees, but not caring; for you know the flower’s beauty is more important
loving people is believing in something outside myself, a power that is unfathomable, eternal, strength like no other, to reach a person through great acts of love exhibited in me