I’ve heard that love is selfless. What if i told you I love you selfishly?
I’m sorry, honey: I don’t love you for the joy you bring me. I don’t love you for the struggle you cause me. And I certainly don’t love you because you need me.
What if I told you that I love you, just because I’m curious? Because you represent both a mystery and a new life experience—and I want these two things?
What if I love you because I know our story would be magnificent—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.