We love what we love. For some people it’s a first grade crush. For others it’s a big wheel, the wrong guy, or the New York Mets. For some of us its something unreachable, something we’ve maybe never had before.
And we know that even if we reach it, even if we pull it close and make it ours, it won’t last. It can’t. But we keep on, because it
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