True love isn’t something that can be, or should be defined in one sentence. As strapping as it may seem, it is unconditional, comforting as much as reassuring, everlasting as it is powerful, and anything but superficial. It’s just well, wonderful. We’ve all heard that the best things in life are free, yeah, if only that was true. Love takes persistence, patience, sacrifice, enduring, caring, acceptance. You must want the best for someone, to be there for them when you are needed, to give anything towards what you deeply believe in. Nothing is true, if it isn’t genuine. I say this to all of you, men, women, young children, grandparents, teenagers, etc. In order to truly love, you must give all your heart, your spirit, your soul all to what you believe to be worth it all, what it takes to make all the pain worth the pleasure. True Love is incurably above and beyond all measure. True Love is genuine. True Love is diving. True Love is yours. True Love is mine.
There is no mistake so painful that love cannot forgive. No past so bitter that love cannot accept. And no love so little that we cannot start all over with. –Albert Einstein.
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Aaweee, how cute.
Dear Smart girl,
I want to learn to paint so I can paint for you.
I want to learn to sing so I can sing for you.
I want to learn to write songs so they can be about you.
I want to hold art in my hand and control it just so I can create visual metaphors for your beauty.
For now, I will just write to you. We stare at paintings together in museums to find their meanings, and I wish I knew the meaning of us.
Do you think we’ll ever be in a painting? Do you think I will have painted it? I hope that someday you know this is how I feel. Until then, my brain creates hypothetical songs and watercolors for you.
— Love, Silly boy
