There's something about dedication that always seems to fall from the consciousness of others. That is, the thought that just because there is dedication within you it won't always be enough. You can take everything you can. You can give everything you have. You can cry every night for them or smile. You can make them laugh whenever they're sad and let them call you in the early morning out of fear. Hell, you can put their feelings and life before yours and you'll be told, "Yeah, that's dedication. That's love."

The two seem to come hand in hand in some situations, do they not? No one is ever guaranteed that the person will love them back, that they will also return the dedication. No one ever said that all of that was enough because there's just some instances where no matter what you do, it's never enough. For some it's easy to let go of and for other's... it can take weeks, months, years. A lifetime even.

I'm unhappy with the condescending nature of people once this happens. "I told you so," is what you hear. Rarely do you hear the comforting words that it's okay to cry. Now it's, "Don't waste your tears on him, he isn't worth it." He was though, wasn't he? He was everything. How can everything be worthless?

Of course that falls under a philosophical question and Heideggar and Nietzsche and all the other philosophers can debate their points on being, on nothingness, on everything.