Years ago, when I was a student, I sent some of my work to a prof. This is his response to one of them
Me:
If you had the chance
to be with someone better—
would you take it?
If not,
why should I
strive
to become better
at all?
But if so—
what does that make
your love?
Him:
"That’s a nice, sharp paradox, piercing in its emotional logic. You’ve set a trap that’s not meant to harm, but to reveal the impossibility of conditional love when tested by worth.
If I were to respond in the spirit of poetry and honesty, I might say:
I would be with you
not because you are the best—
but because you are you.
And in that,
no one is better.
This removes the comparison altogether. True love, after all, isn’t a contest of merit—it’s a recognition."