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Love is the only thing I can't give to myself. And only someone independent, free and strong can give me that.. someone who can live next to me and not through me, someone who can breathe with me and not the air from my lungs, someone who can live with or without me but would like my company. She shouldn’t drag along, or cling to my leg, want me to save her or try to save me, she shouldn’t be dependent on me in any way. She should just love me because I deserve it, not because she’s emotionally hooked to what I can offer. If a woman like this doesn’t exist then I’ll be fine on my own. I'm not confortable with surrogates and there are other forms of love that can bring hapiness. Less selfish even (some of them)...