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dear love

Dear Love,

If there is anything I wish I could tell you, it would be: I wish you were a snowball so I could throw you at any person at any time. There are so many people out there that are irritated with your absence, but please don't be frustrated at them. They deserve all of you, just like John Legend said, they will give all of them too.

But if you were a snowball, then you would melt if its too hot. Maybe that's why you're a stone. Maybe that's why when you're thrown at people, they get hurt more than anything. Maybe that's why you're so much more valuable than anything: you're real and not vanquishable.

I just wish that I could find all my stones and throw them back at the people who threw them at me. But I can't; I can't find you where I need to.

Aren't all objects somehow made from stones: is that why everyone likes them more? Because they find you in them more? Is that why most people hang around in lines to get stones? Is that why so many more people die in camps, because they thought you were in those things?

Do you think these situations will change? To a place where I don't need stones anymore, because the world is a huge stone? Like our Earth?

But I'm scared, Love. I'm scared I won't find the right stone at the right moment to throw it at the right person. What if they walk away before I do? Like many have before. What if I find it but throw it at the wrong person? What do I do then? I don't want to fall under a pile of stones, nor do I want to live without. Especially not the latter; not after years and years of storing stones just to find them all gone. I could've built a house with them...

Would you like to visit my abode again? We could sit and drink some coffee, like old times. I know you like hot chocolate, but I'm sticking with coffee. We could talk about all the people you met and all, I. I could tell you how thankful I am that you exist. I could give you cookies and pies for being my friend even when it seemed like you weren't. Maybe...

Maybe then I could finally tell you that I notice you.

Regards,

A.T.

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AGB