Love is a strange thing. I am finding that my capacity to feel and express love ebbs and flows much like the weather. It's heartbreaking sometimes when I consider the breadth of love that I feel for a person and that sometimes it's less than more. Am I falling out of love or deeper into it? Half the time I don't even know. I don't totally know what I'm trying to say but I needed a place to put this and haven't been long hand-writing in my journaling lately so this is the next best thing. - more later -
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