A Diary of Adventures Culinary and Sexual (mostly sexual) in the Seat of World Power
Saturday, June 2, 2012
There is no switch to flick
Sometimes I wish there were a switch to flick on love. Sometimes I'm glad there isn't. Sometimes I cry that I can't stop loving someone, and sometimes I'm just glad that they still love me. Sometimes it hurts, and sometimes it makes me stronger.
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