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LOVE

I had a wonderful conversation today, one which revealed itself to me as the words fell from my mouth into the ears of a friend.

Love is a world within itself, one of the few things about Living that is greater than Life itself and in order to love/be in love there have to be rules, boundaries, edges and lines. A symmetry of living in which every angle of emotion has to be regulated. If not. A lawless society forms around one's heart in which prospective partners, lovers, wives, boyfriends and girlfriends are free to roam. As they roam they cause destruction and upheaval and when they are done, they do what everyone does once they have created an irrevocable mess - they leave.

I have grown to understand that there are two ways to love - the right way and the wrong way and the wrong way is to do so lawlessly. To go with the flow. Run with the tide. Those things tend to lead to Brokenness in my experience. A shattering which at best lasts a few days and at worst, claims lives.

Love does not have to be the Wonderful Lie it has become in contemporary society it can still be what it has always been. Full of Hope Wisdom Knowledge and Progress.

Love doesn't have to come to a standstill, but without laws it does. By all means jump in feet first, get your feet wet but when the moisture of initial romance dries you're only left with dry feet and an ashen footprint on the desert of your despairing Love Life. It is the one thing that is truly timeless. It is the one water that when you are drowned in, you can truly and freely breathe. Love.

L.O.V.E. is not Love until you give it away. Just make sure you govern how you do so. Do so with tact, temerity and law (not restriction) and then fall bitches ... fall in ...

... love,
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