Being loved means nothing if the price you pay for it requires…

Greg Unger

Being loved means nothing if the price you pay for it requires you abandon who you are. The moment you give up who you are to be loved, the love you receive no longer belongs to you—it belongs to the mask you wear. And masks, however admired, are not alive.

A members’ writing from The Anthology — this is an honest preview. Read the full piece on The Book of Unger.