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She sits in the stands Up in the nosebleed section Cheering wildly, admiring her boys In red and white While he is under her hood With soot-covered hands Making sense of and fixing Her mechanical mess. Later on, she makes his favorite meal To show him how much she loves him But he shows up with takeout And complains about how long it took Just to replace the starter In her red Corolla. There's a difference between Admiration And love.
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Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 9:20 AM UTC
Admiration and Love
She sits in the stands Up in the nosebleed section Cheering wildly, admiring her boys In red and white While he is under her hood With soot-covered hands Making sense of and fixing Her mechanical mess. Later on, she makes his favorite meal To show him how much she loves him But he shows up with takeout And complains about how long it took Just to replace the starter In her red Corolla. There's a difference between Admiration And love.
Love is wasted in admiration.
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Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 9:20 AM UTC
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