I bet your favorite toy is now somewhere hidden, sitting by itself with none of its arms attached to its body. I bet if it's a toy car, its wheels are now nowhere to be found, or if it remains intact I bet wax from crayons has replaced its original paint. Yet, I bet your favorite toy remains special nonetheless. Because that's what we do to the things we love - we destroy them, and still call that love.
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 6:44 AM UTC
I bet your favorite toy is now somewhere hidden, sitting by itself with none of its arms attached to its body. I bet if it's a toy car, its wheels are now nowhere to be found, or if it remains intact I bet wax from crayons has replaced its original paint. Yet, I bet your favorite toy remains special nonetheless. Because that's what we do to the things we love - we destroy them, and still call that love.