Unloved.
written by Julie R. Neidlinger 2 comments link this post"I suppose it's arrogance or selfishness or something to care so much about being loved that I could feel that no one loved me. ...So I believed that he loved me. And so I was--I was freed. With everybody else in the world I haven't believed it, and so I haven't been free...And if anybody is for a moment gentle with me, then I am--I can't explain, I dissolve, I'm completely undone"
-- Madeleine L'Engle, The Love Letters
-- Madeleine L'Engle, The Love Letters
Who wants to admit the need?
There's the wanting of the undeserved.
Or maybe undeserving the want.
Strange, how she's right. About being free. Being free only when you're captive.
In love, at least.
Undone.
I imagine.
Labels: literature, love, personal
Copyright (c) Julie R. Neidlinger 11/07/2007 11:25:00 PM
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