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(…) Those two birds, they loved each other very much, one more than the other.
The one bird that’s so in love with the other bird is blind, love-blind. Everything she sees is her. She knows about her flaws but she doesn’t care, all she wants is to be loved back, the way that she loves her. But it doesn’t work that way, it can’t work that way even if that’s her biggest dream. The bird she’s in love with also has a life. A life she chooses to live as she wants to live it.

Let’s name these two birds to The White and the Grey bird.
The White bird is the love-blinded bird.
The Grey bird is The White birds’ dream lover.

Everything The White bird can think about is her, the grey bird. To lie by her side in their own little nest. To feed her with the food she hunted for her. To sing love-songs with her in the spring.
She wants to do everything that’s possibly to do with her. Only if she can be with her. She would sacrifice everything she has just to be with her, if that’s necessary.