I wish I knew. Just so I could weave myself into them seamlessly, make them mine, about me, my love; when the blanket of night insulates me from all my failures as a person. I have no redeeming qualities, and I hold no hope of happy endings, but a good love story is like new clean construction paper for my wandering fingers.
Other people's love stories make me cry.
Alllove stories make one cry. Others and one's own. Love is pain and crying is a natural sequence of pain. It is life. Life is full ofpain. Otherwise it wont be life. It will be euphoric sleep deep downin the Hades.
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