Day 71

          Family is a funny thing. My family especially. We love each other very much, and expect just as much. I feel as this is true of most love. But what separates "love" (we will used fondness from now on) from true love is what we do when those expectations are let down. When someone is fond of someone else, they become so hurt they refuse to look past it. They allow their pain to get in the way of their fondness. However, when someone truly loves another and their expectations are shattered, they look past that hurt and continue to love that person. Now, just because you love someone doesn't mean you have to be with them, it only means that you love them. Life isn't always returned, but it is always there. I think that family is a mix between fondness and love. There are some people in my family that I love, and there are some people in my family that I am fond of. I think this is true of every family. I do not think this is a bad thing, only an honest thing in a subject in which there is rarely honesty.

Lesson:

There is a difference between love and fondness, and it applies to all areas of life.