Call it a well

We all want love, we all desire to be shown we're loved. But we just don't want to step out and show love to other people. It's true what they say, you have to be a friend to make a friend, and it applies to love, too: you have to show love to be shown love.
You can dig a hole, fill it with water, and call it a well, but eventually it'll run out of water. Or you can dig where there's an underground spring and never run out of water. People don't realize that you have to dig where the spring is to get love--you have to work, you have to meet it halfway.

I was venting to my mother about feeling out of place, in limbo, forgotten, or just plain left out:

"I am more than willing to make things for people, write them notes to tell them I appreciate them, and just let them know that I love them--they don't even have to be super close for me to want to do that for them!" I said. "But people don't seem willing to do that for me, to step out and let me know that they love me."

"You mean outside of family?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"That's your husband."

"Can I have him now, please? Not to get married, of course, but to just be friends?" We both chuckled.

Mind you, my friends aren't unloving, they aren't self-centered, or anything else like that. My problem (and simultaneously blessing) is that, for whatever reason, God's given me a heart bigger than my hands. I love and I love strongly. I love as completely as I can. And most people? They aren't ready for that, especially at this age, because it's something different. It's contrary to this world, where selfishness reigns. I'm an old soul, and I've always had these problems.

I hope any friends that read this don't take offense, because I sincerely don't mean to offend, I just mean to share something that shapes me and that maybe people don't think about.