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*Love,* I have realized, staring at the ceiling and listening to a conversation I was never meant to hear, is not always enough. Love is... caring, deeply, if Like is a spark, then Love is a flame, and when there's Love on both sides, that's supposed to be enough. But Love isn't free. It takes time, and work, and devotion, and clear-headedness. Love won't hold through anger, resentment, and bitterness, however misplaced or well-intentioned. A childish hope, built upon lessons from fairytales: I want it to; I wish it did.*
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Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 11:45 AM UTC
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*Love,* I have realized, staring at the ceiling and listening to a conversation I was never meant to hear, is not always enough. Love is... caring, deeply, if Like is a spark, then Love is a flame, and when there's Love on both sides, that's supposed to be enough. But Love isn't free. It takes time, and work, and devotion, and clear-headedness. Love won't hold through anger, resentment, and bitterness, however misplaced or well-intentioned. A childish hope, built upon lessons from fairytales: I want it to; I wish it did.*
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Tokyo, Japan
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 11:45 AM UTC
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