Love and lies

Do we love people for who they are or in spite of who they are? It seems that all relationships depend upon one or both partners willing to look past some deception. Is it the test of love that we’re willing to forgive a lie or an infidelity, or does it show how desperately afraid of being alone that most people are? In the past year, I’ve seen so many relationships weakened by unfaithfulness, major omissions, and the little white lies that seem to make up most of our daily communication. We keep our inner selves secret, constructing an idea of who we are that fits better what we wished for as children and dream of even now. To be open and honest, is that the death of dreaming? Or is that inner self the fuel of every day life, the energy that keeps up streaming through the day and into the night when the inner is not so tucked away. Most deceptions are obvious, but we don’t ask the questions we need to ask. If you’re content with them having had a secret, I suspect it means you like having your own as well.

To overanalyze love is to miss the point of it, so I try to avoid this line of thinking but there are days when a little pretentious pondering is unavoidable. Sorry that this is one of them!