Driving home from work today, saw a couple run across the street. They were probably in their forties and Japansese. Holding hands and giggling as they ran across the no crossing sign.

They must really be in love.

Speaking to a friend, his face lit up in a very obvious way talking about his current girlfriend.

He thinks he is in love.

I look at my bed and the pillows. I collapse in exhaustion.

I know I am in love with my bed.

Though, what is love ? It used to be something that meant very much. So much that people did not want/dare to say it out, for fear of repercussions. Now.....people use it every day. On everyone.

Cheapened ?

Maybe.

Or maybe it is just possible to love a lot of things/people at once.

I know it is possible.

I love you.

And you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you.

Wahahahaha.

Forgive me. This happens when I am exhausted after a hard day's work. A hard day's work and NOT appreciated.

Hmph.

I know who I do not love.

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