Here is a story that I think answers your question about love being worth something when you get none of it back. Sorry if it seems to long to post here, but I thought it was worth the space. Enjoy. PS... I liked the read. Well done.
One day, a young woman was standing in the middle of the town,
proclaiming that she had the most beautiful heart in all the valley.
A large crowd gathered and they all admired the heart for it was perfect.
So smooth and unblemished, there was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes,
they all agreed. It was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen.
The young woman was very proud, and boasted even more loudly about her
Suddenly, an old woman appeared at the front of the crowd and said quietly,
Why, your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine. The young woman and the
crowd looked at the older woman's heart. It was beating strongly, but it was
full of scars. It had places where it appeared that pieces had been removed
and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were
several jagged edges. In fact, in some places they were deep where whole
pieces were missing. The people stared. How can she say her heart is more
beautiful, they thought?
The young woman looked at the old woman's heart and saw its condition.
She laughed. You must be joking, she said. Compare your heart with mine. Mine
is quite perfect and yours is a mess of wounds and scars.
Yes, said the old woman. Yours is perfect-looking, but I would never trade
with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my
love. Many times I've torn out a piece of my heart and given it to them.
Often, they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty places
in my heart. But sometimes the pieces aren't exact and I have some rough
edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we've shared.
Sometimes, I have given pieces of my heart away and the other person hasn't
returned a piece of theirs. These are the deep gouges. Giving love is taking
a chance. Although, these gouges are painful, they stay open to remind me of
the love I have for these people, too. I hope someday they may return and
fill the spaces I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty of the
heart really is?
The young woman stood silently with tears running down her cheeks. She walked
up to the old woman, reached into her perfect, young, and beautiful heart and
ripped out a piece. She offered it to the old woman with trembling hands. The
old woman took the offering and placed it in her heart. Then she took a piece
from her own old, scarred heart and placed it in the wound of the young
woman's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, leaving some jagged edges.
The young woman looked at her heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful
than ever, for now love from the old woman's heart flowed into her. They
embraced and walked away, side by side.
~ Author Unknown