I feel so jealous of people who seem to never feel like they have to work for love. They've grown up their entire lives with a healthy family and abundant love served to them on the platter of their choosing.
They never have to ask for it, and love is just there, for their taking. It never even crosses their mind that they have one of the most rare luxuries known to mankind.
Because they do not realize how rare it is, they don't worry about other people who aren't as fortunate as them. They don't think about doing something for someone else as a display of love, because they assume that everyone else has someone who will do it for them, as has happened in their own lives.
Meanwhile they just take and take and never give back exquisite, exhausting love.