would you still love me if I was a bug?

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  "As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect." 

    Would you still love me if all the best parts of me are gone and all my favorite things become things I do not like anymore? Would you still love me if I was incapable of doing normal things? What if I lose all the qualities that make me human and I become something else entirely.. some creature of another species? What if I lose my ability to communicate? What if I become your fear and your reason for shame? What would happen then? Would you celebrate my death? Would you celebrate your freedom from me? 
      But what if I tell you I did not do this to myself? And how should I explain to you what happened when I don't even know how to explain it to myself? 

     "How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense"

   -Franz Kafka's Metamorphosis, 1915


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