It would be to love you with all my human might, to spend more time with you, and to win the argument with the compounded: the Unreasonable, the Contradiction, and yet Love.

I will commit all my decades to that.

On my index, my thoughts will be for you.

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It is so hard to comprehend Love – no I am not talking about the whole boy meets girl thing – seriously, Love. The Love the most talked about man (MJ) in the past 3 weeks sings of when he belts out “Heal the World”, or those in songs about friendship and family. What is it? Why do I witness contradiction, this almost time-differentiated understanding, this pain – almost conjoined with some form of utmost love?

You, Love, make yourself incomprehensible.

You have no humanely possible rules, you have no perceived boundaries, and your pain can be looked upon as a pure expression of Yourself.

I am close to angry with You – but I stop and realise, it is because of You that I am compelled to protect, urgh. If only You were provable in Fitch.

Then again, I won’t ever want to try proving You in Fitch – I would then, lose all essence of You.

I will, think about it.