a match is struck
the head flares
it is instantly extinguished
by gusts from pouted lips
and fully puffed cheeks
another is struck
the head flares
it burns to fingertips
left to die
in blackened ash
submerged in a bath
scented with oils...
for a long time now. And most of the time it's fine.
But occasionally. Often late at night. When the world is asleep. I wonder about it.
Whether I'll ever experience that buzz. That butterflies in your tummy feeling ever again.
I think about those who have gone before.
essays, I do my best to provide answers. To help my readers in some way. This is not one of those times. I'm sorry. There are no answers here; just questions. Maybe you've asked some of the same questions.
What is love? How does it start and why does it die?
Did I not do...
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you accept the total person. With all the defects. Because those defects are a part of the person. Never try to change a person you love, because the very effort to change says that you love half, and the other half of the person is not accepted. When you love, you simply love.
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