We don’t know how to ask for love, do we? Love comes our way, and we greet it with joy, passion, and gratitude. We love to experience love. We love the colors that love brings to our lives, but the moment its signs are missing, we’re out of breath. Restlessness seeps into the gaping holes of our amorphous existence, our wandering souls. We don’t know where to go looking for love then. Even if we do, we don’t know how to ask for it gracefully, with care and compassion.
We would rather blame, cry, wince, and find it easier to criticize. But, we don’t know how to ask for love, do we? We don’t know how to ask for love, putting aside our surmounting pride. We don’t know how to ask for love, staggering under our broken dignity. We don’t know how to ask for love while singing a lullaby to our fear—our fear of rejection and abandonment. We don’t know how to ask for love because we think we don’t need to ask for it. We perceive love as a chance and not a choice. But what is love, really?