And that's what makes my love so strong! I don't admire them because that would suggest I would want to be like them; garbage can't possibly hold such ambitions! I don't want their acknowledgment, nor do I want their praise, nor even hope of my own. It will forever be unrequited . . . But it can't be helped, right? Because I am what I am. It's enough for me to be used by them, and if it will ultimately aid their hope in shining i even brighter, I don't care if they step on me, revile me, or even kill me! That's what love is!