I\’m going to try and not use the word love a lot.
The more I say it, the more it loses meaning.
Once he said to me I don\’t need to say these words to you again and again because it\’s not changed.
It is a constant state and also so erratic. You get spurs of love for someone you already love. It\’s like saying more of the most. I would say it\’s infinite, but I don\’t like the idea of infinity. It takes me to nothingness.
The more something becomes, the less it exists. I keep asking myself how much more could you possibly love someone.
Every moment I felt more, I thought this is it. But then I feel more.
Does that make the present \’more\’, less?
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