I don't believe in true love.
There, I said it.
You know what I'm talking about. Long-term romantic love, a soul-mate--I call bullshit.
What there is is now, connection for today, satisfaction, the oui within je ne sais pas, rolling along like waves or a sandstorm.
You might think I'm cynical. I think I'm living.
ps this photo is from the bar at church, two consecutive nights last weekend. I collapsed late Sunday in happy exhaustion.
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