Loving someone is like flying a kite.

Loving someone is like flying a kite.
Flying a kite can be the most wonderful experience.
However, sometimes the kite crashes. You have to lift if it back up, get it to fly again.
Sometimes the kite just flies easily. It takes off.
A relationship starts and just happens.
A kite takes effort to fly in the sky. It takes work.
Attention in a relationship.
Feel the pull of the kite.
Listen to your partner. What are your partners needs? How is that person pulling you? Is that person starting to fall? Pull the string in and bring the person closer to you.
Then there is the wind, the conditions.
This is the context of where you are in your life. Sometimes the conditions can be tough.
To fly a kite, you have to be light.
A heavy kite burdened with troubles will have a hard time flying.
One has to take care of their kite, look after its condition.
Tape it when it has wounds. But not to overly smother it with tape, or it won’t take off.
When the kite flies, it’s so majestic! Floating. Amazing.
Yet through the hard times of the crash are when we are closest together.
The string connects.
If you want to separate from someone, how do you cut the string? When? In mid-flight? At a crash? If the kite is flying fine, yet the conditions are starting to look bad, do you cut the string?
But be careful for the crash, you don’t want to have irreparable harm.
Don’t cut the string and let the kite go anywhere, confused and lost. Eventually it will crash. Don’t purposefully pull the kite down to crash.
Often the conditions of one’s life will cause the relationship to crash. Will the kite be beyond the repair capabilities of the flyer, but not for another flyer? Or will the flyer learn how to repair the kite? And let it fly again.
I remember how flying a kite is just an incredible feeling—being in love.
And the frustration of not being able to get a kite to fly—trying to get a relationship to work and fly.
Or the excitement of finding a kite, only to have a hard time flying it.
And the long time it takes to search for a kite that will fly with you. How it may seem to take forever to find the right pairing.
Letting a kite fly away is like letting someone be themself, yet intimately connected. Helping the other person to fly and show their colors to the world.
And when the kite starts to fall, you run, you pull it in. You do everything to try to keep it afloat. And when it crashes, you desperately run towards it. You look over the kite with love and see what’s wrong, and do everything in your power to get the kite back up, but realizing that it takes time.

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i gotten it from a blog :)