Love Message From:    Charity
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Love Message To:    Everybody whom love has chosen
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Love: A Discussion

It’s easy to love something that is yours. You start loving it, and you stay in love with it because it’s yours. And sometimes, you’re forced to love it, because it’s your own.

But when you love something that isn’t yours, and you stay in love with it regardless of how far distance has brought you away and how long time has stood in between, that is not easy.

When she’s not yours but you love her anyway, that is madness. And true love is madness. When you can’t be with him but you love him anyway, that’s madness. And when it is not madness, it is not love.

There is a kind of love which breaks free from the human quotas of possession, time, and distance. A love so defiant and rough that it gives no reverence to the laws of whether or not it possesses the object of it’s affection, whether or not it has been favored by time to have spent any reasonable amount of it with the one it’s heart beats for, and whether or not it is anywhere near the one who’s bearer of it’s affections.

So here we see an irreverent love. The kind that is not bound by the powers that be. A love that is not daunted by the endless oceans, the infinite skies, the brutal harshness of desserts and mountains and valleys that all come in between. But it seems to transcend the humanly demands for time, distance, and ownership. The humanly status of what can be explained. Of sanity. It seems to have no need of these three powers that dictate the comings and goings of what the multitude of people know to be love.

And so we observe a love seldom known to man. And when it does descend upon an unknowing human heart (one worthy to be chosen) it ends up being written in history! The story being written in the hearts of many. A legacy. A great love story. Something people deem to be so wonderful, yet something two people had to endure. An overwhelming madness. The trodding-down of reason. The absence of any explanations.

Have you chanced upon the idea that perhaps he who is alone is in fact NOT the one who is living in the absence of love? Perhaps he is the one who is host of true love.

So herein we have witnessed a love which we should label as “true.” Or if there is a greater word out there, greater than the overused word “true,” then that’s what we should call it. Or maybe it is so great, that it does not fall under any labels at all! Maybe it simply calls itself “love.” Maybe it is the only real love. A living being who looks down on the earth and chooses two unsuspecting people who would have otherwise gone through life normally. Reasonably. Sanely.

-End of Discussion…have you any questions?-