Often we love others in the way we’d like to be loved. And then get disappointed when that doesn’t get received well.
You do realise the irony in the situation right.
And I know, it’s how we understand love by default, by our seeking of it perhaps if that’s been dominant in our stories.
But what I bet works better is, the same bet that works well in a lot of life scenarios.
The surrender of self. Saying that I am no one. That I don’t matter.
And genuinely pointing your interest towards the person in front of you.
Hearing them, while not being blinded and deaf by your own needs and desires.
And loving them from there, from how they wish to be taken care of.
That’s worth trying. For me, and for you :)