My computer is broken, so I'm posting this from my phone; it's amazing that technology makes this possible (even if it's a pain in the ass)
My Prince told me that he loved me a couple of days ago, and I'd like to think that he does.
I don't know if we really even know what love is....
I don't know if I'm really the proper authority on this matter either, who's to say?
Is it the talk show host, the psychiatrist, the suburban housewife, or the teenage girl who can honestly tell you the definition of love?
I don't even think my parents were in love; I think they were infatuated, but they believed that they were in love...
But everyone believes that they're in love, probably the reason for so many divorces.
I'm determined to fall in love, it sounds like fun.
Not to mention that it's a poet's business to be in love and to write things that only lovers understand....
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