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By JD Date: 2004 Dec 03 Comment on this Work [[2004.12.03.00.06.26801]] |
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I know nothing of love except that it's a far cry from the flowers and the high-carb chocolates that Dr. Atkins would shake his finger at if he were still alive and if I believed in crash diets. Love's neither pretty nor sweet. I know nothing of love except that it will most definitely hurt and most definitely twist your intestines into knots so tight that you'll be telling your co-workers that you have insane diarrhea, but in reality, you just need to cry in a bathroom stall. I know nothing of love except that if you don't fight for it you'll wonder why you didn't lift a damn finger or say a damn word because if you had, or if I had, he, you, whoever, might have stayed. I know nothing of love except that it's choosing, and I don't mean Sartre's crap about free will, because I'm not an existentialist, you know that. But I freely chose myself instead of you. I know nothing of love. But I have felt it. And maybe that's the point |