Please Love Me

There are people who would do anything to be loved. They would beg for love to the point of not caring if what they get is just the mimicry of an emotion, as long as it feels real. They would change so much to be loved that even if they succeeded, the one who receives all the affection is not actually the one who was originally looking for it. They would be someone else. Someone new. Love is ecstasy and joy but also suffering and pain. It is a drug. A trap.