I think we love until we wake up and realize that we can’t anymore. We try. And we do…for a little while longer, but then it seems to become this thing—a sort of question: Why won’t he let me love him?
I don’t pretend to know about the human condition because every day it seems to just change and I don’t get it. We learn things about friends that impact us in ways we never thought imaginable. We let those things affect us and somehow through snide comments…stern talks…emails…text messages…or social media, things we’ve been keeping to ourselves slip out. They’re either very hurtful or incredibly sweet or sometimes even a little deceptive, BUT it’s always centered around this idea of LOVE.I tried to tell you but THIS…
It’s the THIS that becomes the human condition and when it causes us to become too exhausted I think that’s when everything gets to be too difficult and we just stop. We never address it rather make excuses and just stop. The stopping rarely makes it better, but in a crazy, cosmic very passive aggressive way it eases all the unpleasantries. It takes the away the responsibility.
So then maybe it’s not really LOVE?
Is this an ugly picture?
Maybe remove the box.
Yeah. What's up with the fancy macaron?
Just playing around. They make them like this in Paris. So, it's a decent picture?
We're not in Paris.
There is more conversation...however, the bottomline is that JoVonna doesn't like the picture. She said the presentation is amateurish, but what do you expect when you're using instagram??? *shrugs*