There is a difference between loving a thing and being envious of it. To such an extent that is is mistaken for love, so greatly that a want to be like the thing, becomes a passion, becomes a lust, becomes an obsession. With the thing itself while waiting patiently, is the decision to be everything you hold dear. I love how much I love them. I love how much our love is thrown around. I love the way we'll say we mean it.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Difference.
There is a difference between loving a thing and being envious of it. To such an extent that is is mistaken for love, so greatly that a want to be like the thing, becomes a passion, becomes a lust, becomes an obsession. With the thing itself while waiting patiently, is the decision to be everything you hold dear. I love how much I love them. I love how much our love is thrown around. I love the way we'll say we mean it.
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