What a beautiful thing it is to love another, and what a terrifying thing it is to love oneself.
Everyone needs something, or someone, to hold gently within their mind. Not always romantically, but tenderly. A presence that, when recalled, fills the soul with warmth.
How beautiful it is when that presence is not oneself.
Yet how frightening it is to realise how easily the self can dissolve - how quickly “I” can be broken down, only to be rebuilt around the image of another.
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 2:08 PM UTC
What a beautiful thing it is to love another, and what a terrifying thing it is to love oneself.
Everyone needs something, or someone, to hold gently within their mind. Not always romantically, but tenderly. A presence that, when recalled, fills the soul with warmth.
How beautiful it is when that presence is not oneself.
Yet how frightening it is to realise how easily the self can dissolve - how quickly “I” can be broken down, only to be rebuilt around the image of another.
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