Рет қаралды 33
Last September I lost a really dear friend. I swore we were kindred spirits, but my love (or at least the strength of it) was not returned. Isn't being human painful? I had shown this person this song I had written a number of years ago, and until then it had no name. Just "A Song in Ab Major". Now, it only reminds me of them. Maybe this was the day I finally realized that the idea of loving one and only one person in your life is just ridiculous, and that categorizing love into types is silly. Love is love is love is love. It is why humans were so successful in the evolutionary timeline... not because we were smart, but because we loved freely, leading to trust among large groups of people. Is being human truly painful, or does the pain come from the restrictions we set upon ourselves?