"What is the deeper meaning behind Kafka's quote to Milena?"
"If a million loved you, I am one of them, and if one loved you, it was me, and if no one loved you, then I am dead."
Franz Kafka
I recently found this line from Kafka’s letters to Milena, and it’s been stuck in my head. To me, it feels like the purest, most selfless form of love, but also deeply tragic.
What are your thoughts on this? Is it beautiful or too intense? I’d love to hear how you interpret his devotion.