Why don’t you love me?

Imagine this. You say that you love that boy, girl, man or woman, but your actions say otherwise. You don’t talk to them unless you need their help. You don’t spend time with them unless you are in some deep trouble or you want something from them. You don’t care if they send people to talk to you and ask you to come see them or spend time with them. You absolutely refuse. You just don’t care, but you continue to declare that you love them. What manner of love is this? Love is an action word. If you asked a normal person if you are showing love by behaving in that way, they would say no way Jose. Who wants to be loved like that?

Is it because you don’t see me? Is it because you don’t feel me? They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but yet you have not grown fonder of me. If you had, you would reach out to me, you would visit me, you would spend quality time with me and not give me empty words and emptier promises.

I love you. I am not like you . I prove my love to you every day. I am not a fair weather friend. I am there with you in good times and bad, I promised to never leave you nor forsake you. How many of you would give up your child for one second in order to save my life? I wish I could count on you and rely on your love. I wish you would talk with me, walk with me, sing to me so much more than you do. I AM love so I can’t help but to forgive you. I can’t turn away from you when you seek me with a sincere heart. However, after I help you, you put me back in my corner until you need me again.

I am writing to you today because I want you to practice what you preach and profess. What can I do or say to make you Love me for real? I am your perfect friend. So, reason with me, Why don’t you love Me?

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Published by Sister Jackie

I am a wife, mother, grandmother and caretaker, and I also work outside of the home. Life has its struggles but I am not complaining. It could always be worse. Many lessons learned on my journey and many more to come--I am sure. God has a sense of humor and I have certainly learned how to laugh at myself. You should too-it is quite therapeutic. After all, some things we cannot change so why not enjoy a good laugh at our own expense. See you soon.

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