LOVE IS A COMPROMISE.

but I can't compromise with that.
when, to you, love is a verb.

and, yet, to me it's a euphemism

for lust.

and if the dictionaries to which we define our versions of love vary, does love stand a chance or is it a mere convenience for us to blindly agree to disagree for the sake of our seemingly infinite moments of intoxicating, elevating, and interconnecting intimacy and romance which makes two become one?

would you say that compromise, or change, is the price of love?

& is this a discount, deal or bargain?

or, are we losing ourselves in the process of partaking in this highly overrated, societal past-time called love?

are we so desperate to acquire this deemed "necessary" essential function of life called "love," (the intimacy and procreation) that we compromise our entire beings and lose our individuality to which, and only through which, we identify our true selves and obtain a grander degree of self-worth?

or, has love broken down our self-attributed, self-developed foundations of self-identity on purpose and for the purpose of finding a deeper and more impenetrable degree of self-value which can only be acquired through seeing oneself through the eyes of that person who loves us?

do I love myself more because you love me?

or have I created for myself this, distinct character - built upon your desires and, molded according to your character... and has this ultimate newly developed character of mine..well, has it become the real me or the modified version of me? and can I truly say I love myself more after I've changed? is it really me that I love? or do I love the me that I've become because of your love? do I only love me because you love me?

do we really have to change ourselves so that we can love each other, or accept one each other's love as true? are we not allowed to love differently? and if the prospect of separate perspectives of love risks the possibility of miscommunication and overall a disconnection between two lovers, well, is love truly worth the selfless sacrifice of individual identity? and when does constant compromise and change become tedious and exhausting? when does changing oneself stop making a difference, or when does the difficulty in the grueling effort of changing oneself surpass the motivation to change? and when this occurs, when love once seemed worth the death of who you are, is it even worth changing ourselves for love? when love itself is void of the guarantee of "forever?"
and can the person to whom change is uncharacteristic ever truly accommodate to this price of modification in exchange for true love? what if you can't respectfully change yourself?is it really love if a change must be in order anyway?
is love a mere convenience for you, because it's a swift, smooth and simple change for you, anyway? because your questions are minimal and your thoughtless acceptance is great and greatly increasing..

or are we just plain different and no degree of love can ignite a synthetic change strong enough to sustain a relationship?

or...

am I just ruining this for myself? am I questioning this thing I should appreciate because I refuse to make a compromise which may or may not jeopardize the epitome of who I am and what I believe in? is change such an issue when it's for the sake of something as magical and irreplaceable as love? is merely saying "the price of love is too high for me and too much of a constraint for me, because I'm unstable, unstructured, and complicated" enough? do my consistent and unrelenting questions make me such a complicated individual?

you say complicated...
I say *divinely intricate*

to me, love is the question
to you, love is the answer
within me, love is digression - 
from the old me, faster and faster...

if the proper functioning of love requires the compromise of an entire being, how can love and its lack of guarantee, be worth such a change?

"Within you, I lose myself
Without you, I find myself
wanting to be lost again..."

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