Why I’d Rather Be The Woman Who Loves Harder Than She’s Loved
“It’s always better to marry someone who loves you more than you love him.”
In an episode of “Sex and the City,” a new bride turns to Carrie, whispers these words into her ear and walks away unfazed. Carrie is left startled and stunned — and from the look on her face, I’d go so far as to say she leaves the room just a little more jaded.
Love is an enigma. It is rare that we find two people in any given relationship who love one another precisely the same.
Usually, an imbalance is present. One of the two loves is just enough to sustain the bond, no more, no less. The other one, by default, loves above and beyond what the bond is even capable of. And it’s the other one who is truly special.
It’s the other one who loves even when it’s wrong. It’s the other one who loves so hard that it hurts, who loves blindly but bravely because she knows loving with half her heart is irrefutably a waste of time.