For what am I?

People do not love us for simply being us. As even ourselves have a flimsy vision of who we truly are.

We fall in love with potential, and that's okay, even recommended.

Because if not for self-improvement, what other use do we have for love?

Most checked out

A stranger who’s a friend

Peak of perfection

Retrograde

Weekend (sort of) double bill

I'm a friend of Matthew's

Here for romance

Travel advisory

Painlessly instructed: Notes on ‘The Consolations of Philosophy’

Electric shock

Sun-shower