Riiight. What’s with that, anyway? Love? What IS that funny feeling you get in your gut like a ship in a gale, like a bird in an updraft…like an angel in the heavens. It’s a funny thing, love is. It’s got its own levels, its own gauges, its own autopilot, emergency brakes, and fuel tank warnings. Hmm…sounds like a plane…ready to crash. Well, really! Come on, it does! I know, I’m that hopeless kid who couldn’t get a date if I had the guts to ask, so what do I have to say about it?
Bleh. That’s what. BAH to the stuck-up, selfish, Hollywood-induced, good-for-nothing love-haters who twisted love…LOVE…God-given, pure, true Love. Patient, kind. Selfless. Believing. Enduring. Not overbearing. Never failing. And when you feel love like never before, the kind of love that would make you hug a hurt one…that would make you encourage an enemy, even if you lose…that would make you love a prodigal son…or daughter. Love you all.
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