You fall in love with someone who sees you as the best you can imagine yourself to be. You fall out of love with them when you realize that they see you as you know yourself to be, just as fucked-up as everyone else is.

None of this is really about love.

Love is a pact between two totally fucked-up people “to uphold each other in joy”.  It’s an agreement to rendezvous and stand your ground at Thermopylae.

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