It just wasn’t for me. What especially rubbed me the wrong way was when he said, “Your dream is my dream.” Usually, I adore romances that cut so deep—the old “he is more myself than I am” type shi. Because love does reshape people. We absorb each other, imitate each other, heck even smell the same. That’s ok, that's normal.
But too much of anything can always be concerning. There’s a thin line. At that point, when is it intimacy and when is it self erasure? He became a teacher because the love of his life was one? Man, you are your own person first and foremost. A life decision as major as a career becoming rooted primarily in another human can have an enormous emotional risk. It will come to a time that every difficulty, every frustration at work, every moment where things don’t turn out the way he imagined turns into resentment toward his lover, consciously or unconsciously.
As a graduating psychology student, I hate how my mind raises to think too deep into things sometimes. But this unsettled me because I have seen it irl. His identity now solely and too closely orbiting around the person instead of existing on its own.
And it has me raising the question—do you love him, or do you want to become him? Is it romance, or deeply seated admiration that has began to blur out at the lines?
The slow dissolving of the self under the guise of devotion is not a new horror story in the making.
It just wasn’t for me. What especially rubbed me the wrong way was when he said, “Your dream is my dream.” Usually, I adore romances that cut so deep—the old “he is more myself than I am” type shi. Because love does reshape people. We absorb each other, imitate each other, heck even smell the same. That’s ok, that's normal.
But too much of anything can always be concerning. There’s a thin line. At that point, when is it intimacy and when is it self erasure? He became a teacher because the love of his life was one? Man, you are your own person first and foremost. A life decision as major as a career becoming rooted primarily in another human can have an enormous emotional risk. It will come to a time that every difficulty, every frustration at work, every moment where things don’t turn out the way he imagined turns into resentment toward his lover, consciously or unconsciously.
As a graduating psychology student, I hate how my mind raises to think too deep into things sometimes. But this unsettled me because I have seen it irl. His identity now solely and too closely orbiting around the person instead of existing on its own.
And it has me raising the question—do you love him, or do you want to become him? Is it romance, or deeply seated admiration that has began to blur out at the lines?
The slow dissolving of the self under the guise of devotion is not a new horror story in the making.