Friday, November 17
one way to love is to seek gratification not in mere possession but in the security of the knowledge that at the end of the day maybe this selflessness can be appreciated in some shape or form. a form so exalted, and through it all never quite as tough.
grounded in dreams and the intangible, yet with pain ever so real.
and all in the pursuit of things small as a smile, a laugh, from the subject of such love.
---
sounds sweet and beautiful, and laced with the altruistic ideal of giving one's own soul up for just one moment of another's happiness. never quite the smartest way to love.but i'd still.
if i could be just a little bit selfish just for a while, i'll say please choose what you imagine to be what you'll be most happy with months and years down the road, rather than simply the easiest decision. should you finally decide that you're gonna stick with it anyway, please let me know still. whatever it is, it's hard to say what happened, but i knew no better way than to have did what i've done. there could only be so much i can do, and so much i can love. but if it's not enough still i guess i can still force a weary smile, and a little thanks for being the special one that you are.
from the bogus best friend, with lots of love and then some.