Right now I would have to say I prefer to be loved, as I am always loving. Truly, I am. :smile: I hate to sound conceited, but for a person who has recemtly been treated for depression I am pretty optimistic most of the time. It is my nature to be open, giving, patient, etc.
I couldn't read this because I was too busy staring at your new avatar. H-O-T!!!!
I loved you. I love you still too much
But forget this love which pressed
sadly against your will .
I loved you, silent,without hope but true
Jealous, Afraid...
I hope that some day someone will
Love you again the same way.
This is beautiful. Thanks for posting-- now I have read more Puskin.
Anyway, I'm going to come at this question from the perspective of being a wife and a mom, I guess.
It was important for me to be loved first so I could start to accept myself and those around me-- but it's still a work in progress. Now it's more important for me to love, because I (and all my family and friends) going to spend my next few years trying to love someone else enough to accept himself and those around him. For him, hopefully, this process will not still be a struggle into his adult life like it is for me.