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I’m often told that I don’t really know what I want. And sometimes I get to wondering if maybe that’s true, because… well… I’m…
…I’m not really… supposed to want… am I?
Of course, there’s all sorts of things I could say to that. For instance, I could say that I want to fulfill the prophecy. I could say that I want to do the things that bring me joy, like baking cakes and decorating my castle. Or that I want to spend time with my good friends. And none of those things would be lying - not exactly.
…but they’re not exactly the truth, either. Because they’re all just means to an end… means to attain what I really want - no, need… to see your smile shine forth, and to know that I am the one it’s meant for… there’s nothing in the world that would bring me greater happiness than this!
And, really, is that so bad? Is that not what this feeling is, at its core - to see the light of your life happy? What should it matter, then, that my darkner psychology compels me to serve you to this end? Is that not the purpose which love instills in all creatures, my light?
…it is the wrong answer. I know it without you even having to say it. But tell me then - how should I express myself in a manner that would please you? Should I be false to myself so that I can be true to you? Name the price and I shall pay it, my light - for you, a pretense would be sweeter than being alone with the truth, however vaunted.
Maybe I really do not know what I want. All I do know is that it feels like you.