"Do you love me?" "Oh love me, love me!" A conversation I stalked from a fast food restaurant today while waiting for my delayed dinner box. A little girl about 5 wearing extra thick glasses asking her mother if she loves her. Mother was neglecting at first then annoyingly told her she does love her. The little girl then complaint about her brother who just fooled her by telling her mother does not love her. Mother was heartbroken and started to explain to her that she loves her and so does his brother.
Of course wicked brother had fun teasing sister and finding it a way to get some attention while parents are too focusing on the younger child in the family. Why would a little girl be that insecure in parents' love? This question came up to me during the whole waiting.
"Do you love me?" sounds so familiar in adults world. Everyday, women ask boyfriends or husbands whether they love them. Only that the exact wording turns into skillful gestures, body language, or linguistic hints. Because we are trained to ignore our needs, to be dishonest with our feelings, and to be as indirect as possible when we express them.
"love me love me!", the little girl whining at her mother. Even her father got shame on her when he noticed someone smiling at them. But he got me all wrong that I was actually enjoying this warm, sweet and private scene. Deep in my heart, I secretly bless this little girl, that she could forever has the gut and honesty and someone who is worth for asking out loud, to love her. Because when we grow up, we got too much proud and dignity to say that. We got too weak to be turned down. We build walls around us from people who may get too close and may hurt us. All these forbid us to admit deep down what we really want, we really need is to be loved.
Today I wanna shout to God, that I desire his love, unconditional love, the love that never let me down. And because of his love all over me, I have no choice but love him in return.
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