Love to me is like the aftermath of a good chase and nothing more.
So your a lion and she's a gazelle. You chased her for long enough you really had a hunger for it or maybe she was just so much work you weren't just going to let it go or maybe she just tasted joyous.
In the end they all end up as a carcus that you keep around as a trophy kill you don't want other lions playing with
That is love, the inability to let go when you've had your fill
Last edited by Flow; 08-31-2015 at 03:09 AM.
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