All my life

As a small kid, my best friend and I loved getting this authors books from the library. This is the first time I've seen this book. When in the store, I skipped to the end and read it. I almost cried.

All of my male relationships except one, HHBL, I have been this tree. And I'm tired of it. Yet, as the book explains, she's happy. But then feels sad. I don't want this. The cover of the books says- 'offers an affectionate interpretation of the gift of giving and a serene acceptance of another's capacity to love in return'

But I don't want a love like this. I simply don't. Ive had it and like the tree, you're left with nothing to give.

Love should be something that grows and is nurturing and as two become one to balance each other and create
New lives and souls. Each having a piece of the puzzle. Each contributing in their own individual way to a relationship that changes with those involved.

This Mr. Silverstein is not real love.