I think I've found love, once--and I found it in someone I didn't expect. Someone, who, until that point, was just so much background noise to me. But it happened. And now that she's completely removed me from her life, I don't feel that sting like I do with...well, with every other relationship I lost. Like a breaking heart, or sorrow. Angst.
Instead, I put my hands in my pocket, lean my back against the wind, strike my face up towards the sun, and laugh my ass off.
Love is that kinda feeling. It's almost magical--even though she doesn't want anything to do with me, I'm still carrying all that joy she left me with. I think that's what real love is.
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