“Charlie, don’t you get it? I can’t feel that. It’s sweet and everything, but it’s like you’re not even there sometimes. It’s great that you can listen and be a shoulder to someone, but what about when someone doesn’t need a shoulder. What if they need the arms or something like that? You can’t just sit there and put everybody’s lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can’t. You have to do things.”
Chbosky, Stephen. The Perks of Being a Wallflower (p. 200). MTV Books. Kindle Edition.
This resonates deeper than it should. I cannot justify indifference as love. I cannot justify being unfeeling towards myself and faking feeling towards others as love. I do not love. I merely tolerate.
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