For what am I?

People do not love us for simply being us. As even ourselves have a flimsy vision of who we truly are.

We fall in love with potential, and that's okay, even recommended.

Because if not for self-improvement, what other use do we have for love?

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The soul of Wit

I'm a friend of Matthew's

The incandescent Jef

The sound, the vision, The 1975

Electric shock

'Care Divas' is an audacious mess

A long tram ride