Loving someone does not necessarily guarantee that love will be returned, or returned in a way you might have chosen. But in the long run, it is the loving, more than being loved, that is so fulfilling.
Thinking of the loved one. Seeing the face of someone dearly loved, even just in pictures, can be a wonderful experience. After all, love means wanting the best for the beloved. Needing to have that love returned is less loving and more selfish.
After a while, just hearing that a loved one is happy, or thriving makes me feel good. I find myself stretching my needs and imagination to fill in those long thin threads of separation and after much practice, I am good at it.
Long ago people left on boats or covered wagons and never returned home, but those at home never stopped loving them. Today we can fly across the world quickly, but being able to do something and actually doing it can be mitigated by many things. Still, the love, invisible as it may be, travels even more quickly and the heart is full.
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