The Most Selfish Man in the Universe
There once was a man who cried and wept and yelped and decreed: All I do, I do for you. This man, naked under his crimson robe, was incessant in his pleas. He said things like: I want only the best for you. Anything less is unacceptable.
The man bellowed things like:
I cannot live without you. With you, I am stronger.
When not howling and heaving, the man uttered phrases like:
It pains me when you are away. I miss you when you are not around. I do not know what to do with myself even when you are near.
The man sometimes sobbed in song. He would say:
When you hurt, I ache in pain. When you fall, I tumble from the cliffs of Dover.
Where this man initially reveled in the joy of a beginning and a the provenance of relationship and the triumph of the human spirit, he now only sat with his arms crossed, crying and mumbling about his lack of breath. His dearth of life. The futility in living at all. This man, sucked every good molecule from every living being around him.
This man went by the name of the first human plague, the first fit of evolution into this advanced mammalian state. This man, went by the name of the most selfish of all emotions. This man’s name was worst possible combination of any four letters.
This man’s name was Love.