Architecture

- There's this friend of mine...that he...
-Yes...?

- Well, he's changed. I try not to change other people but I guess it's an impossible task. Since he's dating that girl, he's simply not the same. And I can't understand that change... I mean... do you have to change to have someone loving you? Isn't it suppose that that person loves you for what you are? And when that person someday is gone? What is left? When he looks in the mirror, who will he see? Will he recognize the stranger in front of his eyes? The stranger he tried to erase to please someone who "loves him the way he is"?
- Love is a desert full of illusions. Within you can find your salvation or your damnation.
- I hope he finds his salvation, but my faith is lacking in that issue...
- Only in that issue...?
-AS I WAS SAYING... do you think that kind of relation is good? To be with someone, try to please every moment, afraid of every move you make because it may upset "your highness", and to be isolated with that person, like there's no one else in the world, like now you are not allowed to breathe outside her reach? And what makes a person carry on in this... "life"?
- Love.
- Is it love? After all I told you...do you think it's love?
- From what you tell me, he seems to love her.
- And she...?
- Well, I don't know. But he doesn't seem to complain. Everyone decides is own destiny, even though it seems that sometimes you don't have any control at all. But it all began after a choice that was taken. If he's taken that path, if thinks that it's important to be other person, to erase all that he is, to change personality to please another person, it's his choice to make. If it turns out good, he will profit, if not...
- He's fucked.
- You can say that... but it was his choice. Like I said love can bring you salvation and damnation. The love you put to another person, to your friends, to your job may not come back in that same way. The best way to love is unconditionally. In the purest of loves, you don't change yourself to please another. In the purest of loves you are half that finds your other half, and although everything's not perfect there's no struggle for power, there's no forced changes of id's, no misconception of what or who the other person is. There's only acceptance. But that's not very usal. Your friend is builting something, we cannot judge him, if his doing the right or the wrong thing. All of us built our castles, all of us watched they crumbled down in front of our eyes. We only can pray that his don't collapse as ours did. Maybe he is not building his in the safest way, maybe it isn't the way we would build ours...
- It isn't!
-... but it is his castle. And only we can do is hope that it will last (even though we don't agree with the... architecture.