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There is no one. There isn’t a single person that I am in love with rather a place. This place called earth. Where there is pollution and death and illness and crime and all sorts of terrible calamities. But that’s just the thing. If we fall in love with an imperfect person who always hurts us and we keep going back, how can one blame me for being in love with an imperfect place?

Like a guy who stands you up but brings you flowers the next day or a girl who is 15 minutes late but she kisses you when she gets there and you forget she was ever late at all, i forgive the earth because of it’s beauty.

After every calamity, it offers an apology. After every death, a birth. After every storm, it offers sun. After every heartbreak it brings me infinite amounts of joy. So how I can I stay upset at this world when it makes up for all it lacks? How can I not forgive the place that brings me flowers and gives me kisses? I have to forgive in order to love. I love this world and all it’s calamities because at the end of the day, it’s all we really have.

I no longer think I am in love, I know I am.