昨天在小红书上刷到的一段话，我翻译成了中文，和大家分享一下：

You don't actually want love, not yet. What you want, what you've been chasing is to be picked, chosen, and validated.
你并不是真的想获得爱情。你想要的，你一直所追寻的其实是被选中、选择和认可。

You want someone to point at you and say, you! You're it, you're finally enough now, I see you, I choose you, because somewhere deep down in your system.
你想要有个人对着你说：“你！你就是那个对的人！你现在已经足够完美了，我看到了你，我选择了你是因为你的内心。”

You internalized a very dangerous equation: To be chosen is to be safe, to be desired is to be valuable, to be wanted is to be worthy.
你内化了一个非常危险的等式：被选择等于有安全感，被渴求等于我很珍贵，被需要等于我有价值。

And anything that threatens that equation, anything that reminds you that real love is quiet and steady, you rejected.
而任何威胁这个等式的东西，任何让你意识到真爱其实是安静和稳定的东西，你都会果断拒绝。

Because being picked by someone you had to earn, especially someone emotionally unavailable, chaotic, hard to impress, that feels like redemption, that feels like healing. It's not, it's just another performance.
因为你认为，一个很难追到的人，特别当他没有对你动心，又是个花心并且难以被打动的人时，当他选择了你，你感觉这是一种救赎和疗愈。其实并非如此，这只是另一种表演罢了。