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Love is at its absolute best when it will not die. [Apr. 17th, 2008|02:44 am]
I forgot what it was like to have it returned. Attention. Praise. Effort. I had forgotten. I was told that I needed to come to you with a warning. I carry, um, severe baggage. Not the obvious kind, no. Aside from the tragedy of normal proportions. Aside from the use of questionable measure. There is the story involving five unfortunate hearts. The equation was mapped out before and there still doesn't seem to be a solution, but it has been simplified. Where there were once five, there now sits two. Bewildered at what could possibly keep them there. Despite what it is they think they feel, they're still not on the same page. Not yet. I never thought something could be too little, too late. It's either one or the other. But since this story has two sides to it now, I think it very appropriate. One has come too late. One has come with too little. This shouldn't be taken negatively. The silver stars on which we wish and wish and wish have all been gone for years. What you see is what you're wishing for. A love so great, it leaves its light behind for others to envy for as long as they care to look. And honestly...who wouldn't want a love that could endure some of the worst obstacles? Then again. Who would want a lover that avoided being kissed?