Wednesday, June 3, 2009

What is love?

I want to take the car, a guitar, a blanket and go out into the country. I want to look at the stars through a telescope and blow bubbles into the wind, off a cliff over hanging a moon-lit ocean. I want to feel more alive than I've ever felt. I want to drink a book, and feel the knowledge make my bones grow stronger. I want to whisper without words, and have you understand. I want to love unconditionally even more than I already know how to do. I want to never forgive, because I want to never feel the pain that makes forgiveness necessary. I want to press my hand against that invisible substance I can call you.

Can love be something more than an enjoyment of how someone makes you feel?

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