What love?

We fall in love with people not because of who they are but because of the little bits of us they have in them. We don’t fall in love with the people. We fall in love with the parts of us that they love. And I am starting to believe it’s love that’s never returned to be the purest form of love. Because that’s when you don’t have any parts of you to fall in love with in that person. Because that’s when you fall in love with their being and not your own. And how can that ever not be love in its purest form?

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