And still, after all this time, the Sun has never said to the Earth: “You owe me.” Look what happens with love like that. It lights up the sky. ~Rumi
Perhaps it should be more obvious to us, but I don’t think that love lives in the same home as expectation and resentment.
I think love lives in the house of patience, infinite courtesy, a house where I can choose to bow down to the universe in you where we shall meet in servitude.