Dear Love,
These are the lessons I have learned under your glorious tutelage:
- An hour feels like an eternity.
- Distance is harder to swallow than a rock.
- There’s a game named after you.
- Getting to know you is a waste of soul.
- You hurt worse than mutilation.
- Memory is an enemy.
- When you are not sweet, you’re a dick.
And you taught me all of these things for almost next to nothing. A study in contradiction with only my heart to pay. Thank you for teaching me all the dark tints of emotion.
Yours sincerely,
Olen van Cilland
I agree with it all except for the last part about having gained nothing from Love’s hard lessons. Here’s my response:
Dear Love,
These are the lessons I have learned under your glorious tutelage:
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Eternity sounds f*****g awesome when associated with the person you love.
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First of all, no one would swallow a rock. Second, a person remains close to the heart if love is true, therefore distance is not an issue.
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There’s a game named after you. And it’s fun. Seriously, you should try it.
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Getting to know you is a gain of another soul- a soulmate.
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You make being mutilated sound pretty damn merciful.
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Memory is a reminder to love, even your enemies.
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When you are not sweet, you’re sour. I like sour.
The more love I give, the more I gain. In losing it, I grow stronger; in gaining, I grow fonder. Thank you for teaching me how to win this battle called the storm of human emotions.
Yours sincerely,
A girl repairing her broken heart.