23.09.2023
We do not need love.
It diverts us from our path, it creates a mist of uncertainty over our future. And sometimes it chips on the heart until there are only fragments left of the whole.
To the busy human brain, love is nothing if not an unnecessary sentiment of obstruction from their epilogue. However, here we are, you and I, pursuing it in the first drizzle of the season, fancying it in every violet sunset. Now we are seeking it in handmade cards and in the last bite of a cookie — although it is advised to musn't be found for the scare that it is profound to tear down more than it is known to build.
Nonetheless, once discovered, our nose inhales it as if it were oxygen to the lungs, our heart beats to its melody with every leap into the future, and our feet are compelled by it until we're spinning around drizzy with its feeling.
Once found, our souls forbid us to function in its absence.
— Lover
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