…..oh, Little Girl, you hold my life in the palm of your hand, yet you obviously could care less about this transcendent truth! I’m your servant, your slave, your paramour, your unapologetic adorer, your ardent worshiper…..and yet you don’t want me to be any of those things. You sometimes want me to be your friend, but then other times you value my presence as nothing more than an object to block the sun from shining so brightly on your fair skin or to act as a sentinel for warning you of an army of mosquitoes that are massing just out of range, planning their audacious attack. You mean everything to me, but I in turn mean nothing to you. Is that what true love is then…..investing all of your time and all of your energy and all of your inner self into upgrading the life and comfort level of another…..without any realistic hope for reciprocity? I don’t know. I just don’t fuckin’ know for sure, but I wish to hell I did. Could this be the unvarnished reality then…..that “true” love is a behemoth ruse, a cruel hoax, a house of mirrors?? But…..if that is what love legitimately represents and it could indeed wind up being so lopsided and asymmetrical…..then please sign me up for it this very instant, because I would gladly do those aforementioned indulgent things a thousand times over plus walk barefooted over a fifty-foot bed of burning coals and slay the hugest and vilest of the dragons just to be rewarded with but one of your heartwarming smiles and a passing peck on the cheek…..
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