There are many different types of love. Love hurts, this is true, but it’s only one type of love, and that is not true; love that is.
True love doesn’t hurt, it’s too light to hurt. To get smacked with true love, is not akin to having a piano dropped on your head – it is more like a plastic bag dancing gracefully above traffic on the highway, waiting for its next gentle kiss or possibly to hitch a ride with just the right vehicle-aerodynamics to gently grab on to it. Gently, though gingerly. Gently, though fleeting. Fleeting, though without possession.
True love is without pain, because it is something that you give, not take, and something that can not be taken from you. And alas, if it can not be taken from you, it can not hurt you.
More on love, later.
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