a Lover from the Heart

I was never known for having a great talent or extraordinary gift for anything apparent. I have always been the steady, dedicated, and utterly simple girl who some people counted on to be there, but who they never looked at as anything remarkable. Just there. I was always happy to be there and pleased to be a person who people could count on. I am still honored to have this reputation. However, there have been times when I have desired something more. But the past couple of days, a new thought has been developing in my mind that has slightly altered the way I view my own simplicity. One thing I have always known irrefutably about myself is that I am loyal and dedicated, often to a fault. When I love, I do not do it halfway, but rather with my whole heart, mind, and spirit. It is for this reason that I am careful who I become attached to. The new thought that has been growing in my mind is this: perhaps this is my gift, my strength. I am not an outstanding musician, remarkable artist, or brilliant academic, but perhaps I just naturally know how to love deeper and stronger than is typically found. Perhaps this is a strange idea. Love, after all, is not generally considered to be a talent in any way, nor do I wish to be seen as boasting of anything like it. I am not even completely sure how to express this idea in a way that matches the feeling of my heart. All I know is that if this is really the one remarkable thing about me - that I love more passionately, steadily, and completely than is common - I can live with that. Maybe this is a simple gift or maybe it is just a characteristic. Either way, it is interesting to consider.