Here at the bottom of the pit, I can see romantic love from a completely objective perspective and I have this much to say for it: sugary.
Sugary and hilarious. The most sleep depriving thing in the whole world, but also the circumstance wherein lies the sweetest sleep you ever had. You'll ever have.
It's a feeling of being constantly pleasantly surprised.
If True Love is anything like it, we're all doomed to matrimony.
And then there's the kidney stone of disapproval, crystallized malcontent and distrust that tear at the delicate dream of love. (Because that's all it is, until a perfect union.)
What do I feel.
Malcontent. Dark and portentous waters at my neck. The candy lifesaver within my reach but so bad for the teeth! Ha.
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