As somebody who has lived the past 10 years like some crazy twisted love story, I'll tell you that love is more like a journey... er... a Zelda game, if you will. Love is only as valuable as the battle you fight for it. Like a vicious storm of cuccos, it often feels impossible and even scary sometimes, but one cannot help but whack at the cuccos for yet more torture tastes of love's sweet nectar. As Don Quijote charged at the ever grinding windmills of the world, you must mount your noble steed and ride into the wind. What happens after you reach the windwill may or may not be to your favor... it may be the most painful moment of your life, or you may actually break through the wall and find a killer stash of wine... but the point is the persuit. And the persuit doesn't end with the first kiss, or a wedding, or the eigth dungeon; rather the persuit is eternal it is the point of love... at least that is what I believe.
As somebody who has lived the past 10 years like some crazy twisted love story, I'll tell you that love is more like a journey... er... a Zelda game, if you will. Love is only as valuable as the battle you fight for it. Like a vicious storm of cuccos, it often feels impossible and even scary sometimes, but one cannot help but whack at the cuccos for yet more torture tastes of love's sweet nectar. As Don Quijote charged at the ever grinding windmills of the world, you must mount your noble steed and ride into the wind. What happens after you reach the windwill may or may not be to your favor... it may be the most painful moment of your life, or you may actually break through the wall and find a killer stash of wine... but the point is the persuit. And the persuit doesn't end with the first kiss, or a wedding, or the eigth dungeon; rather the persuit is eternal it is the point of love... at least that is what I believe.
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