love

I’ve begun to think of love in terms of absolutes. (Given some abstract definition of love on which we all agree.)

Either…she loves him. Or, she doesn’t love him, she just thinks he does. There’s no “in between” on this one.

Of course it goes the other way as well.

And, the question remains… (as it always does)

…do I love him*?

p.s. Apparently, I’ve been dancing with the devil as of late. Today I learned to spit in his face.

*or her. Let’s keep this sufficiently general.

Lets hear from the peanut gallery, eh?

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