Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Don't Think. Don't Ask.

The mood is dark.

Or maybe it's the effect of the medicine I took.

What is love, they ask. I have stopped trying to answer that question. When you get an answer, the world goes topsy-turvy and then the question always changes.

Someday there will be a time when fairy tales come true, and happy-ever-afters will be the rule, not the exception. Someday, there will be no fear, only love, and we can live our dreams happily without fear of getting hurt, or left behind, or of being wrong. Someday, we'll both know what it really means to love each other.

Someday.

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