Love and hate are really the same thing. They're both passion ... in different shapes and form.
The only perceivable opposite of love ... is indifference.
It makes sense, doesn't it?
Either you feel something, or you don't.
Sure you read about it ... but you have to live it, to know it.
But I didn't want to live to know indifference ... it just seems, like such a ... waste.
And there she stood, giddy headed with joy ... "fall in love with me," she thought she heard him say... the same familiar feeling of warmth streaming over her... she could see him clear as day, the familiarity made her heart overflow, she smiled and cried and the world seemed prettier than most people saw it ... there was no better sense, none of that meddlesome common sense ... there was life and hope and all good things dreams are made of ... reliving, reviving, radiant ... stars shone in her eyes...
... and then there was ... none?
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if only receiving love were as easy as exchanging Christmas gift wouldn't it be peaceful?
But then there wouldn't have been love poems, songs, music ...and prose ....it would have all been too easy. I think it better this way no?
I wasn't complaining... I was whining ... subtle though ... but there is a difference...
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