Loving without expectation of return

[Louisabell]

It's a groovy place to visit.  I hope to live there someday...perhaps soon.
   

I'm sure you will  . Your words are beautiful.

I feel as though I can express love, and to some extent receive it, but I can see how the love is slightly coloured by a hope or anticipation to receive like in kind. When that colouration is sent forth, you are overjoyed when your hopes are met, but destined to suffer when hopes are dashed. I suppose it's like sending a part of yourself that is still niave enough to take the rejection of itself badly. It is very subtle to the conscious mind, but an imbalance nonetheless.