I have no idea how it feels to be utterly loved.
I am the place a person falls to when life gets hard. I am the shoulder, the keeper of secrets, the kindness through their pain. I am the wisdom, the knowledge, the prophet when everything goes wrong.
I have no idea how it feels to be utterly loved.
Dammit. I can relate...
Posted by: Erik | June 23, 2005 at 05:52 AM
Fearing to say this in case it sounds trite or trivialising...but, as a stop-gap - get a kitten. It will adore you unconditionally which is a pretty nice thing.
Posted by: Claypot | June 23, 2005 at 06:20 AM
Simply beautiful.
Posted by: Opus | June 23, 2005 at 06:35 AM
hi andre,
this post is so poetic...absolutely stunning. that said, i'm torn about my feelings. i feel the exact same way when it comes to my friends...i feel like the only time they need me is when they are going through a crisis. and that really sucks, cuz i never feel like they give me the same time or love that i give them.
on the other hand, my husband loves me so unconditionally, that it's almost irritating. it's very hard to be someone's everything, their hopes, dreams, and future. i never thought it was possible for someone to love me this much, as i never felt worth that type of love. my first husband was very physically abusive and made me feel like dirt. anyway, i know how you feel, but sometimes being utterly loved can be very difficult.
Posted by: Darcy | June 23, 2005 at 07:09 AM
I have no idea how it feels to be loved, but what scares me most is that I have no idea how to love.
Posted by: K. | June 23, 2005 at 07:10 AM
For me...
the most difficult has always been and still is ...
to love myself...
to forgive myself...when I'm human..
when I'm wrong..
not enough beautiful or clever...
not enough for the world...
not like the others...
not wanted...
not understood..
always different...
So I've always been waiting for someone to recognize me...
To understand me...
to love me...unconditionally...
a place where I could feel "safe"..
But then one day...
I've understood that the world is like a mirror..
a simple reflection of ones heart..
why should someone love what I myself can't?
Posted by: nica | June 23, 2005 at 08:15 AM
well, if you want to be loved, you've got to find women who are capable of giving love. that can be tricky.
on the more positive side, Quickos loves you.
Posted by: quarsan | June 23, 2005 at 09:09 AM
neither have I.
Known utter love, except... from my kids. And maybe they are the only ones who will. Unconditional. (As long as i get them the best toys of course hehe)
I have been utterly in love, and it's destructive.
I've put people on a pedastool, only to find, in the light of day, that they never measure up, and yet i've commited myself to them, hoping that it'll fix itself, and i stay devoted and hold that longing for a while, until there eventually comes a time when that love blows out like a candle.
Posted by: Southern Bird | June 23, 2005 at 09:49 AM
Oo.. maybe one day it'll be equal.
The amount of love each person has for the other.
I reckon then, that moment, then, is when you've found true love.
Posted by: Southern Bird | June 23, 2005 at 09:51 AM
but does quickos love me utterly?
Posted by: andre | June 23, 2005 at 10:45 AM
You do too have people who love you utterly, no matter what and always will. That's what Mom's and Grandmas are for.
Posted by: Lost | June 23, 2005 at 02:17 PM
You are beautiful, AND you are Loved (wether or not you notice it is irrelevant, Love is always there). Nice site. I'll definitely be back to see/read more. Thanks for being here:)
peace,
Scott
Posted by: Scott | June 23, 2005 at 02:51 PM
I know how that love feels.
In truth, sometimes I wind up feeling a bit suffocated by it.
I like my space.
Utter love sometimes feels like it encroaches on that.
Yes even though He loves enough to leave spaces.
I chafe at it.
But I wouldn't be without it.
Posted by: deeleea | June 23, 2005 at 05:29 PM
Beautiful posts. Beautiful site. I can utterly relate.
Posted by: Tree | June 23, 2005 at 05:33 PM
Your mother would utterly love you. Too much devoted love from a partner would not allow the fights, the stimulation, the passion. Don't aim for that. Wait for your children to utterly love you. I have to go, mid sentence. I am being utterly loved while I type.
Posted by: Barsh | June 25, 2005 at 12:13 AM
Of course, being utterly loved would bring the question, "what if this person stops utterly loving me?" Happens all the time. Probably least likely to happen from your mother. (Until she dies, of course.) Sometimes I think just being liked by a few nice people is the safest and best. But most times I have no idea either :)
Posted by: Peter | June 25, 2005 at 03:19 AM
My mother, my grandma and my brother do love me utterly but in my head it's not the same - they are family - they are ment to love me utterly.
Posted by: andre | June 25, 2005 at 04:02 AM
After 30 years of desperate yearning for love it eventually dawns on me that the only one who is obliged/meant to love me utterly is me.Quite a relief.
Posted by: mag | September 22, 2005 at 03:21 AM
utterly butterly my friend,
utterly butterly
Posted by: annie | June 19, 2007 at 09:46 AM
and 100% true.
Posted by: andre | June 19, 2007 at 10:02 AM