Since when do the lines become blurred? When is it okay to only be sort of faithful, kind of in love? Why do we have significant others when we're lonely and sad, and become single when we go out? What has happened to old fashioned love and passion?
Where you live and breath one person, knowing that no matter what, nothing would even compare to them? I long for a simpler time. I long for a simple love.
I think I was born a few decades too late.
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