Center of the world
A friend once told me: "To love means to give to the other what you cannot give them."
Loving is not easy: it seems to require consistency, enough energy not to arrive home tired in the evening, pearly white teeth to smile at your enemy and to divert their attention from your weary gaze.
Loving is not simple, not as easy as saying "no" to a temptation, not as easy as saying "see you tomorrow" and not caring about fate.
I would like to love, but if I'm the first one to lose out, is it worth it? Is it worth being set aside, being avoided, no longer being the center of the world - not of others, but not even of one's own?