And the movies, the shows, the books, the world, they tell us love is sacrifice. That they are one and the same, intertwined. But why? What if I don’t want to sacrifice. What if I can’t anymore? Why does compromise have to be so closely related? And does that make me selfish? But I have never managed to love like that, in a non sacrificial, non compromised way. I can’t tell you it’s possible when I have no proof. And so I don’t love. I try, I pretend. I fail. And they tell me I will be lonely… Maybe I will.
