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[thetormentedlew]

Love is fleeting, puppy love especially.
But it's nice.
Like regaining a footing.
A break from the constant torment of (un)shared existence.

All these fucking humans.
And nobody's got a hug for me?

Oh.
This is nice.

Thanks.

Comments

[shoeandsock]

I'd give you hug kid.

I wonder what the percentage of failed/successful relationships per person is. Do you expect that it should always work or that you are due to share your life with someone? I think you're overall successful in dating/love. Most people I know don't even try, but you take risks and experience a lot of emotion. From the outside, if I had to value your love life with someone who didn't do that and instead waited for that 'perfect' person, I'd place more value on yours.

The fact that all our lives are bound to end implies that life can be defined by its risk, therefore the more risk you add the more life you live.