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Ironically, we hurt those who love us, hurt those whom we love, love those who hurt us, ignore those who adore us, and adore the ones who ignore us. To deeply care for and love someone is to open our hearts, and feel all that comes with it, the ups and the downs. To love is to feel joy and pain, to feel like you mean everything and nothing, to feel trust and fear, to feel lost and found, to feel anger and happiness, to feel wanted and rejected, to feel together and smothered, to feel whole and torn apart, to fight and make-up, to disagree and agree, to feel appreciated and neglected. To love is to be brave to be vulnerable.

Recently i watched a musical comedy about adult relationships: Company. The plot  revolves around Bobby (a single man unable to commit fully to a steady relationship, let alone marriage), the five married couples who are his best friends, and his three girlfriends.Why get married, Bobby cries. What do you get from it but someone to make you feel things you don’t want to feel? But in the end he finally wishes for someone to share his life with, someone to help and hurt and hinder and love, someone to face the challenge of “Being Alive” with.

So my wish for you, everyone, is that you will find someone who will…

…..hold you too close, hurt you too deep, sit in your chair, ruin your sleep, and make you aware of being alive. Someone to need you too much, to know you too well, to pull you up short, to put you through hell, to give you support, to make you feel alive. Someone to confuse you, to mock you with praise, to use you, to vary your days. Someone to crowd you with love, to force you to care, to let you come through, to make you prove you will always be there. Someone as frightened as you, to help you both survive, for being alive. (adaptation from the lyrics of Sondheim’s Being Alive!)