Selfish.

Don’t be selfish.
If you do not love the way they smile, or the way they look when they are deeply intrigued. The way their eyebrows almost weave together, with a look of curiosity on their face.
If you do not love the troughs and peaks, the tears at 2am. The look of joy when they see or feel something they’ve always wanted. If you can’t cause that joy.
If you do not love the fact that they feel so deeply. That when they read a book, they feel and breathe each word.
If you do not love each and every thing about them.
Let them go.
Let them gravitate to someone who will worship every fibre of their being.
Do not be selfish.