"A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love."
- Henri B. Stendhal
"It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun."
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Love is a horribly evil little parasite, that slips into you unnoticed. There inside of you it feeds off your life and happiness, growing bigger each and every day. You will notice it eventually but it will be too late for you my friend, while you were busy making googoo eyes at the object of your affection, it grew until it consumed your entire being now the only ability you have is to sit and watch while it runs its course(wreaking havoc and making you look ike a complete idiot, more in likely). I am not a total pessimist, parasites can be good... they adapt and evolve very quickly... they help the host adapt and survive (of course its only so they can survive too). I chose a bad analogy, love can be a good thing. My "love" however is a bad, very very bad thing. So I have to know when to rid myself from this gigantic burden, believe me this thing has had time to grow for a year as said before(ugh). It has been to the freezers and came out with a girl(on top probably:p), so I decide that they should be happy together. Which translates into I have to give up on all my hopeless fantasies and schemes(darn). WOW! I gave up on my evil schemes so easily, I guess I am that much of a coward and very undetermined.
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