Tuesday, July 28, 2009

fond memories of not being in love

I love a lot of things. I love sushi, I love swimming in the ocean, I love drunk dialing near-strangers. It's what I say to express how much pleasure these things give me. But when it's a person instead of a food, or activity, the word gets stuck. It means too much.

But what else is there, besides I love you?

I can avoid the subject, and love being around you, or love this, this thing we do. I can change the verb from love to the more acceptable like. Or I can say nothing, which is what I usually do.

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