Loving someone else more than you do yourself.
A romanticized ideal,
but a so very scary one.
How can one love so much?
I still do not understand.
Is it beautiful or foolish?
I have yet to decide.
Maybe because I have not met the one yet,
or because it is all a myth.
I guess only time can answer my questions.
In this poem, I do not mean loving your family, I mean a lover as in a significant other