Love is something man gives and takes. When I was a child in Germany my Aunt Vida handed me a little round metal box to place my hair ties in. On top of this box was a picture of a young man and woman with this saying above their head. The saying was simple to translate in German, and was one of the first German phrases I learned.
Since then I never forgot the saying. Although it is terribly cliche it has always struck me as true to the core. Growing up as an adolescent and dating in my twenties, I partook in my fair share of give and take. Despite the numerous times I was sure I had fallen in love, in hindsight I never experienced a balanced exchange until I met my fiance (MML). Although we both have rather serious job paths (he is an engineer and I am studying to be a lawyer), when we are together we revert to being two children in a playground sharing toys and giggling. He is absolutely shameless, and goes to any extreme to make me laugh. I, on the other hand, have to do little to make him laugh as he finds most of what I do funny (mainly because I am a natural klutz).
There has always been a tangible balance in our relationship. He gives, I take and adore. I am so happy that he gave me something that I just have to give him something too! Before him, I was always hesitant to trust others and to give any part of myself away. He taught me, through sharing, to trust. By being kind to me, he taught me to believe in others again and effectively chipped off my hard outershell. I am unsure whether he was concsious of the fact that he was disarming me through kindness, but either way he played it off so smooth that I have never really cared to ask.
My MML showed me how to give and take by example, and no matter what happens in my life, I will always love him.
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