Love someone

 from "Old Collection"

by Anne Morrow Lindbergh

When you love someone, you do not love him or her exactly the same way, moment to moment. It is an impossibility. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on continuity, when the only continuity possible is in growth, in freedom, in the sense that the dancers are free, barely touching as they pass but partners in the same pattern. The only real security in a relationship lies neither looking back in nostalgia, nor forward in dread or anticipation, but living in the present relationship and accepting it as it is now.