My sister once told me that some folks out there are just way too selfless to the point that they wouldn't know what to do with themselves when they're, 'being taken care of', and I would honestly say that it sums up my answer as an entirety: to rather love than be loved. Most of the time I still find it rather hard to believe that I am capable of being loved, to the point where it would even feel misplaced at times. Unworthy of, even. I find it easier to give love than it is to receive, because only then would I know that at the very least, my love for them had been true.