In the end, it's always about love.
The love you think you want and can never get a taste of.
The love that's within reach and yours for the taking.
The love you fail to notice but continue to be immersed in.
The love you wish to give but don't know how.
The love you think is yours and worth fighting for.
The love you hope is exclusive but end up having to share.
The love you long to experience but can only watch from a distance.
The love you hate to love because it feels so wrong.
The love you try to hide but which ends up revealing you instead.
The love you used to love but can no longer trace along the contours of your memory.
The love that comes to you, just not the way you expect it to.
The love you long to hold on to only to find it slipping away.
In the end, it's always about love even when it's the last thing on your mind.
The love you think you want and can never get a taste of.
The love that's within reach and yours for the taking.
The love you fail to notice but continue to be immersed in.
The love you wish to give but don't know how.
The love you think is yours and worth fighting for.
The love you hope is exclusive but end up having to share.
The love you long to experience but can only watch from a distance.
The love you hate to love because it feels so wrong.
The love you try to hide but which ends up revealing you instead.
The love you used to love but can no longer trace along the contours of your memory.
The love that comes to you, just not the way you expect it to.
The love you long to hold on to only to find it slipping away.
In the end, it's always about love even when it's the last thing on your mind.
3 comments:
I was going to say that for some people, it's money. But that's a twisted kind of love...love of money, isn't it?
Hey GG!
Twisted kind of love yes, but it's perhaps the most sincere of all :-) People who love money rarely ever fall out of love with their object of desire!
Haha. That would make a good story. Someone who fell out of love with money.
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