Love really is stronger than pride

I'm sitting here thinking of you. Wanting to call, but not wanting to seem desperate; wanting to continue to pursue, because you haven't told me not to. In fact, you appear to want my attention on some level. I just can't really figure out what level that is. I determine how I will operate with you, with this one inclination "What would I do if my pride/ego was not an issue?". Of course this always operates in your favor. Because I give kind words or pick up the phone to call when my pride is screaming out "Eff that NINJA!!!! You are the prize, not him!". Yet, I want to operate by sowing seeds of love even if you aren't where I will reap the return. This sounds so existential and impressive as I type it, but this ish is not at all an easy task. In fact, I keep questioning the validity of continuing to sow a seed that seems to be on oh so questionable ground. One thing remains certain, you are one of the few people on earth that are loved unconditionally by another individual that is not their parent or child. And against such there is no law. So I continue on this path, hoping that one day I will see clearly how are paths will intersect. Bask in this love, you need it!