Saturday, 20h05 PM, 25 February 2017
At home
Love: this somewhat endurable feeling, is a peculiarly fragile thing. Hold on too tightly, and you may suffocate it -- letting it wither and die before it's bloomed in your favour. Release your grip entirely, and it slips through your fingers before you've owned it.
Now what's a girl to do to keep Love present in her life? (Just this once, let's not equate love with romance...)
What I honestly think?
Don't try to own it.
Don't take possession of it.
Don't make it what it isn't because it comes in various forms.
It's not something we can lay claim to, so it's pointless even trying.
Appreciate it for the fleeting, floating transmitter it is.
If it's yours to stay, it will occupy that spare room in your heart's quarters; if not, gladly pack its suitcase and board it on the train to its next destination.
Be grateful for the difference it made for you while sharing your space.
Whatever you do, try not to make it what it isn't.
Loosen your grip. Let go.
Let go.
At home
Love: this somewhat endurable feeling, is a peculiarly fragile thing. Hold on too tightly, and you may suffocate it -- letting it wither and die before it's bloomed in your favour. Release your grip entirely, and it slips through your fingers before you've owned it.
Now what's a girl to do to keep Love present in her life? (Just this once, let's not equate love with romance...)
What I honestly think?
Don't try to own it.
Don't take possession of it.
Don't make it what it isn't because it comes in various forms.
It's not something we can lay claim to, so it's pointless even trying.
Appreciate it for the fleeting, floating transmitter it is.
If it's yours to stay, it will occupy that spare room in your heart's quarters; if not, gladly pack its suitcase and board it on the train to its next destination.
Be grateful for the difference it made for you while sharing your space.
Whatever you do, try not to make it what it isn't.
Loosen your grip. Let go.
Let go.
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