kuru kuruya sevdiniz mi siz hiç?
On this day of “Impulses”, I am thinking back on “love” -the kind that is gifted to the bad, the capricious, the inappreciative, the unlikeable, the obnoxious, the mean-hearted, . . . in the same generous, accepting, understanding, tolerating, nurturing, forgiving way that it is reassured infinitely for the good, the thoughtful, the thankful, the likable, the agreeable, undemanding, the kind-hearted, . . . the kind I had been blessed with until the last living hours of my mother, my father, and my maternal uncle.
Then, there is “love” -the kind that I have always known as an idiom in my native tongue, “kuru kuruya sevgi”. The kind that is the same as giving someone water from a dry well . . .
[More to follow someday]
hülyaswritings 
I love that line, with which you refer to a kind of love…”The kind that is the same as giving someone water from a dry well”. We who have an affinity with poetry, and a need to express ourselves and our reflections in that idiom, know full well the feel of water from a dry well, more often than not.
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It is said that all experiences may (even should) be seen as gifts, that we had better learn only the good from them. I cannot foretell whether I will ever arrive at such a point of ultimate acceptance without living the suffering through and through. So, yes, dear friend, we “know full well the feel of water from a dry well, more often than not.” And the hurt does not get compensated with any lesson we may take home with us . . .
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