April, 15th, 2009
My heart has mud tracks that I am left to clean. It's hurt me, the love I've accepted. It's betrayed me. It's torn me into two.
But I am hopeful of love. Love is all around. It may not be the kind we seek or from the person we want, but it is love.
My admirers love me. My family loves me. That's the only love I'm receiving and maybe it's for the best. Maybe we need to be open to different kinds of love and stop shutting it out in hopes for romantic love. No more seeking for romance, but platonic bonds. Because does romance really come when you're looking?
With love,
M
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With Love ◛ Michael Jackson
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