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“Nobody can teach you love. Love you have to find yourself, within your being, by raising your consciousness to higher levels. And when love comes, there is no question of responsibility. You do things because you enjoy doing them for the person you love. You are not obliging the person, you are not even wanting anything in return, not even gratitude. On the contrary, you are grateful that person has allowed you to do something for them. It was your joy, your sheer joy. Love knows nothing of responsibility. It does many things, it is very creative; it shares all that it has, but it is not a responsibility remember. Responsibility is an ugly word compared to love. Love is natural.”
Osho
It’s a hard lesson to learn, really.
How can you tell whether somebody is doing something for you for their own gain or because they truly care and want to help you? How do you know if someone is telling the truth when they say ‘I love you’ and not just using the words with ulterior motive? How do you know feelings are real and not just born of pity?
Very difficult questions if you’re not a mind reader.
Dean Winchester had these very questions answered so easily by a boy who had never said a word in his entire life. Who had never even touched another person voluntarily. All of the hardest questions people ask when it comes to that both wonderful and terrible thing: love. Something Dean hadn’t even really been searching for.
But that’s the thing isn’t it? You don’t find love, it finds you. Or rather, it comes crashing through the front door without so much of a ‘how do you do’ before you’re swept up in its whirlwind of emotions and adventures.
That’s how Dean would describe his encounter with that pesky little thing.
It was long and very difficult but more satisfying than even a piece of warm apple pie right out of the oven.
That’s love, alright, so just let me tell you all about it.