why do we restrict how many people we can love
we love the feeling
we write love songs
we write love poems
we dedicate entire stories to the trial and tribulations that come with falling in love
we accept a lot of pain for the promise of love that doesn't fade
we even believe in true love
finding one person among billions
but no one ever said love is finite
you love family members
you love friends that feel like family
you can fall in love multiple times
so who says I can't love everyone
different types of love
but all genuine
if we all loved each other
that would change the world
About the Creator
Hufflecup
I want nothing more than to dedicate my life to writing, so I figured I would start here to test the waters. I will be submitting stories to as many communities as possible.
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author5 days ago in Fiction
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