Saturday, October 9, 2010
someone asked me, "what is love?" i thought for the longest time and could not come out with answer. and then i recalled how they used to have surveys asking kids what love is, to them. because the most innocent of minds could not lie, right? despite that, every single kid had a different answer. love is not like math, or gravity, certain and sure. it's more like art, or a picture you look at, and at that fleeting moment, your mind pauses. that pause is just like love, only that you dont know how long it's going to go on before you turn and look the other way. i think i might have come up with the answer to the question, "love is what you make out of it."
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