My sister once asked me, in one of my vulnerable, a bottle of wine, state of mind.

"Who will you choose, the one you love dearly or the one who loves you so much?"

"The one who loves me so much."

"Why?"

"Because, if he already loves me. He will love me more when the times I have learned to love him too."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, why? Who will you choose?"

"Me? I will choose, the one I love dearly because I will not be sorry when I give him my all, even if he doesn't love me back."