What is it, Love?

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“What do you want me to do? What it is that you truly want me to do? It is not by happenstance, it is happening.

Haven’t you seen this already? Haven’t this happened already? So, why are you so scared of the eventual, tell me? I want to understand.

I can look at you. I can try to see you. But, I cannot in my sweetest dreams even make an effort to say that I know…