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I wrote this while I was waiting for the pio at burger king. I am just going to copy it word for word even if its silly. Its really not an anecdote.
Love, what is love. Do I love? Do I love Jeremy. How can I really know? Does it even matter? Just being around him makes me so happy. Thats all that really matters. Happiness, appreciation, joy, passion; What more could there be? A feeling of connection, of comitment, of total elation; doesn't that suffice?
But when they don't reciprocate those feelings? For Jeremy it was a fun memory, and ends at that. Should that change the feelings I have? dissapate them. Shall my feelings be molded into a memory? Or shall I investigate perhaps?
Lets throw out the idea that I do love him; is it better to perpetuate his comfort or to take a leap of faith?