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Feb 05, 2005 23:02

What does the word 'love' mean to you?

Oh, fuck off. What is it with these questions? Love, puppies and happy endings? I've got news for you, folks. None of it comes true. None of it. Especially not for people like me.

[locked from everyone but David]

Except ... I was happy once. I was in love once. It didn't last long and that's why I started to believe all those things. He was married. He said he'd leave her for me, even if I really didn't want him to. He dumped me. He said it'd been a good time and I agreed. I was nineteen. From then until Wesley, the word love meant bullshit and lies.

For almost a year it meant ... something else. Maybe not what it means to everyone else, but it meant something. It meant not having to be alone. After Wesley it meant physical pain, more bullshit and more lies.

Now I'm not sure what it means. It means sacrifice. It means leaving New York for a place in Boston. It means letting him knock out walls. It means Rome and Paris and showers without real walls. It means hot, itchy Catwoman costumes. It means fights in the car that end in an engagement. For which I still don't have a ring. It means threatening carpet cleaners and buying lysol and bleach and showing up to clean a house dressed in my business attire. It means finally looking forward to coming home at the end of the day.

It means a lot of things I never thought it would.

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