always make me think of you.
it doesn't matter where i am, i think of you.
maybe one day i will not, then i will have found love.
you are not love. you are still just an idea of love i write to on the internet.
i know there is true love, i know now better what is and is not true love having experienced a little bit of this life on earth, i think i know what i think is "true love" more today than i did when i married the first time, that is for certain.
so, good night, perfect cosmic lover of the internet ... fuq you.
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