To what extent?

One of my friends, who thinks she can do a bit of palm / hand reading, told me that I am not a kind of person who would go to any extent for love. This utterly harmless line kind of sent me off on a journey of self-introspection + a tornado of thoughts + and a journey slightly down memory lane. To be frank enough, I don’t deny this accusation. And it would be wrong to say that I’ve never had similar thoughts about myself. But I’ve always wondered why that has been the case with me? Thinking of the past, what if I had gone to that extent? Would that have saved my relationships? Was that the reason for the break ups? On a different thought, what is “the extent”? Isn’t the fact that you love somebody enough? Isn’t having the purest feeling you can have for another human being in your heart enough? Why does love always have to be associated with “I love you so much that I can do anything for you”? What is the fine line between making compromises to make things work and not being yourself at all? Does it make sense at all to go to that extent that you find yourself in a position where you’re not the same person anymore? And then you wonder if it was you the other person fell in love with or is it just that they’re trying to make you the person they want to fall in love with?

I don’t think I’ve ever asked so many questions at the same time. Even worse, most of these may never get answered……