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I look at the photo of Apaw and Nanaw taking up the screen of my homepage. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I sit here and tell myself that true happiness doesn't exist. I tell myself.. love that is both deep as the ocean and as real as yesterday couldn't ever really exist; not here. It's like something sacred--not to be tampered with or touched. Love that is true. Love that is real. Love that lasts. This love should never be broken, taken for granted, misused, or judged. When any one of these things happen to a love that seemed so pure, there is nothing left. Emptiness fills its void. Doubt consumes its absence. Tears flow freely.. but when they finally dry up, re-conjuring them is a whole new battle. Because once those tears have fallen for reasons working against the existence of love, they shrivel up and pull back, just as you pull back. Nothing seems so free. Nothing seems so easy. Nothing seems so full.
Why do we need someone in our lives; someone to share with? In such a selfish society, one might assume we've moved on from companionship and evolved into mono-ship, single-dom, me-rriage, I before you, always one never two. You would think we would all evolve to this. But such an evolution is forced--unnatural--leaving emptiness, leaving us lonely and hurting by our own choices.
"I don't have a plan, Jerry"
"It's okay. Plans never work out anyway."
-- PS I love you --
Why do we need someone in our lives; someone to share with? In such a selfish society, one might assume we've moved on from companionship and evolved into mono-ship, single-dom, me-rriage, I before you, always one never two. You would think we would all evolve to this. But such an evolution is forced--unnatural--leaving emptiness, leaving us lonely and hurting by our own choices.
"I don't have a plan, Jerry"
"It's okay. Plans never work out anyway."
-- PS I love you --