i’ve heard that love is selfless. what if i told you i love you selfishly?
i don’t love you for the pleasure you give me. i’m sorry, honey: i don’t love you for the joy you bring me. i don’t love you for the struggle (who does it really?), and i certainly don’t love you because you need me.
what if i told you that i love you because i’m curious? because you represent both a mystery and a life experience, and i want these two things?
what if i love you because our story is not complete, and a good story is something i can’t resist?
don’t judge me, my love. it’s the unknown about us what captivates me.