This may be the very nature of love, a passion as fickle as the sea, full of certainty when the object of desire is absent, yet dubious when confronted again with the lover's presence.
Tobsha LearnerLove wasn't a piece of music you could play over and over again with different interpretations. It actually needed to be improvised as you went along.
Tobsha LearnerIndeed, you become what you eat. In which case I am an onion. Layered, slightly sour and guaranteed to bring tears to the eyes.
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