I have spent my entire life disliking my grandfather, and I have tried so hard to reason with myself and find the good in him. But it is really difficult trying to love someone who does not give half the effort to love and be loved.
I'm just sorry you were never able to experience the desire to sacrifice anything and everything for others, or the swelling of the heart when it wildly palpitates and responds to the connection with another, or the jerking of the tear ducts and the involuntary lifting of the corners of your mouth when you're so overcome with feeling all that is good, that you could burst into a million little pieces, but while scattered across the universe, still feel entirely whole.
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