Inspired by your words: I shall love you like you will never leave me, for, in this knowledge, where it to be true, I would lay my soul bare, my true self to reveal, because paradoxically that is the only true love: the love that reflects the authentic colours of my soul.
I desire not that you love a false facsimile of myself, one defined by what I believe your heart desires. For there, I would not be true to myself. Alas, I would always be wary, perpetually trying to distil your emotions: mine never to be fulfilled. Thus I become the chameleon. Why, should one ask, does it adapt its colour, isn’t it, so it becomes invisible, blending into its surroundings? In this state, the ‘I’ ceases to exist, because the ‘I’ has been transposed to the ‘you’.
I will be my true self, but it does not mean that I will not evolve, for adaptation is the key to live a life fulfilled. One that is rich and complete.
The ‘I’ pertains meaning in a sea of possibilities. It is a mere flickering of potentiality. They come into being in the presence of another. The mind recites a narrative from a priori, which it evokes and manifests from felt stimuli.
So, take this cup and drink, if the wine is not to your liking, we will depart, until we find one that pleases our palette. Life is to be lived to its fullest, to yourself be true, for in any other we will harvest the bitter fruits of regret.