What can be more beautiful than a romantic love story is another love story. A love story that is not determined by how much the other party makes you feel nervous, intoxicated and a little high at times (a mixture of these and some others); of how much a person can make you heart go to a series of never ending thud, thud, thud (...it goes on and on.) The kind of love story I'm referring here is similar to that of what friends share, that of a father and his kid/s have - these sort of things. And I'm not at all talking about sexual relationship or incest here, okay? It's a whole lot different from what I have been meaning to write about, for crying out loud.
What makes this kind of love story better than that mentioned above is the fact that it does not consider looks (you're an asshole if you're looking for a good-looking friend) as one of the fundamentals of the relationship (and a factor to get into a relationship with someone.) So you can consider it pure and, at the same time, real.
What am I trying to say (write) here? I don't know. Maybe none, really. I just feel like typing.
the inconsistent
he who loves
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