the thunder and lightening

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.