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By Sue Zhao Submitted by Kirk, Blender-Keeper Date: 2022 Aug 12 Comment on this Work [[2022.08.12.14.28.14960]] |
| I *do* think that love is very often about sacrifice. I mean sacrifice as in choosing, as in effort. I mean choosing as in the allocation of time, and energy, and the making of space and the setting aside of prejudices and the keeping of an open mind. I mean leaving the last half-slice of cake in the fridge; working late into Thursday evening to spend Friday evening together; picking them up at the train station even though they’ve long memorised the route to your flat. Even when it is a sacrifice happily made, a choice readily chosen, it is still the giving up of one life in favour of another. And I think it’s important to recognise that. *I could be living a different life but I am choosing to live a life with you.* It *is* a sacrifice. The stakes *are that high*. And I do it anyway. I do it because it’s you. I do it because I love you. |