I'm quite obsessed with love.
I yearn to find it, to have it, to hold it in my hands and treasure it.
I chase it, I dream it, I feel it, I want it.
Love is so near and yet so far away.
I know I have it, I know it's mine and yet it feels like it's not mine, like it's just out of grasp.
So I keep chasing love down rabbit trails hoping to finally catch up, to finally grab ahold of it.
Maybe if I stop chasing it, it will start chasing me.
Don't worry; you might not "have" it (since when has love ever been about possession?), but love "has" you.
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