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Do I love? Or do I wish to love? Am I a composition of that which moves me moment to moment or am I a passing reflection of the deeper, the sub, the part which is never revealed? Do I judge myself upon my actions,my inner choices, or my self declarations? Do i love you or do I think I should love you? Do I love you or do I love what you represent? And, after it all, does it even really matter? I have thought I have loved many people....but you were the first one I was sure of. is it truth Is it fiction Is it anything more than what I make it? Does it actually mean anything? No.....I don't think so. and I think I like it better that way. Emotion is far better as the undefined, the unshapable, the enigmatic. If I can define it, I can understand it, but if it is beyond me, I can cherish it. I would far rather treasure the past then understand my present. Even without understanding the world holds an amazing amount of wonder and experience. I would live for that more than anything else. Almost.
-Kaila
-Kaila