Before him, I thought there was
a cap on how much love
one person could exude.
I thought of it logically,
as if love was a
quantitative substance you
could measure in a lab.
I was confused and jealous
for a long time because
I thought his love for others
outweighed his love for me,
Thats ridiculous, he would say.
Love isn’t measured that way.
How so then? I argued,
Liters? Inches? Centimeters? Miles?
I suppose, he said, it’s measured
in the number of times
I can make you smile.
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 11:21 PM UTC
Before him, I thought there was
a cap on how much love
one person could exude.
I thought of it logically,
as if love was a
quantitative substance you
could measure in a lab.
I was confused and jealous
for a long time because
I thought his love for others
outweighed his love for me,
Thats ridiculous, he would say.
Love isn’t measured that way.
How so then? I argued,
Liters? Inches? Centimeters? Miles?
I suppose, he said, it’s measured
in the number of times
I can make you smile.
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