Is there such a thing as love that does not care for reciprocation? I'll never try to hold you back, we say, but do we really mean it? What if the freedom we'd so eagerly grant is merely a figure of speech?
Sometimes devotion feels almost like a kind of self-sacrifice. Sometimes we seem to give up all our needs, desires and personal traits, desperately hoping it will make us worthy of another person's attention.
But after you've surrendered all you believed in, after you've wiped off all the characteristics that made you yourself just to fit in someone else's ideal, will you still be able to recognize the stranger in the mirror, and will the object of your admiration ever come to truly love this shallow reflection you've become?
Sometimes devotion feels almost like a kind of self-sacrifice. Sometimes we seem to give up all our needs, desires and personal traits, desperately hoping it will make us worthy of another person's attention.
But after you've surrendered all you believed in, after you've wiped off all the characteristics that made you yourself just to fit in someone else's ideal, will you still be able to recognize the stranger in the mirror, and will the object of your admiration ever come to truly love this shallow reflection you've become?
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