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The L word.
We use it daily. We toss it out into the ether for the simplest of reasons. I love pizza. I love cupcakes. I love this shirt. I love lamp.
And I am just as guilty as the rest of you sheeple. Just yesterday, I expressed my undying love for my pot dealer. Several times, in fact. And with what some would consider to be an excellent reason. Justifiable maybe. But that doesn't make it any better.
Whatever way you look at it, the word has lost its luster. The shine has dulled. Maybe no amount of polish can ever restore it. Perhaps it never should.
It's an evolutionary step, an inevitability in this desensitized world filled with atrocities being committed every day in the name of misplaced faith. We've moved on from such silly sentimentalities. We are a new version of humanity. A new kind of crazy. And there is no room in such a place for something so pure, so we twist it. turn it, chew it up and spit it out, and turn it into something meaningless and commonplace.
We profess our love while perverting its meaning. We lie and cheat and steal and punch in the face as romantic ballads float from iPod speakers in smoke filled rooms and the objects of our affection beg for our mercy. Love leaks from every sweaty pore and bleeds from every wound. It is no longer a thing to strive for...a thing of peace and contentment and reckless abandon, but a thing to fear, revile, and avoid at all costs.
Which leaves me with a conundrum. How do I express this? How do I say how I feel? How do I let it out, this violently gentle feeling that I've submitted to wholly and completely?
I am, for possibly the first time in my life, truly at a loss for words.
I fucking surrender.
