I've probably said this before: I don't believe in love.
Nope. I don't. Not for me, not the romantic kind.
I've tried, believe me, and each time it fails, I find myself a little less willing to try again.
Maybe my picker is bad. The ones I love never quite love me back. They hold back. They're too damaged or busy or whatever.
The ones who truly love me--those I keep strictly in the friend zone, and that's messed up, I know. But it ain't changing.
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This isn't to say I don't believe in love from my family, my friends, the strivers and creators and the crazies. That's a fierce love, bred and earned and sometimes stretched to its limits. I guess maybe that'll have to be enough.
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