To the people we love the most, we are a little bit crueler.
I thought about all the people I’ve adored and how they’d agree. Secretly so as to not hurt me. And openly just so they could.
He said it was because of a streak of sadism.
But I think it is precisely because we love so much that we’re cruel.
We fear being hurt and those closest to us are in the position to hurt us the most. So we play our little games and ration our love or at the very least, withdraw it every once in a way, just to ensure that it’s not taken for granted.
That’s cruelty, akin to pulling a fish in and out of water. But that’s how we survive.
With and without love.