I can take romance. It’s a feel-good thing with pretty people talking mush, lots of kissing and sex. Of course, a happy ending.
It’s love I’m wary of. It gets me in deeper than I want. It asks too much of me. It asks me to be more human than I sometimes want to be.
In the end, though, I must choose love. After all, what else is there?
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