Do we really love people for who they are, or do we love the way they make us feel about ourselves?

Sometimes I wonder if what we call love is actually tied to the validation, comfort, attention, or happiness we receive from someone…if that's true, isn't that a little selfish? Loving someone should be about appreciating them as a person, not just the feelings they create in us…

Maybe real love begins when we value someone beyond what they can do for us…

And then I hear “What is love? Baby, don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more”

and “love is evol”

Do we really love people for who they are, or do we love the way they make us feel about ourselves?
Do we really love people for who they are, or do we love the way they make us feel about ourselves?
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