​I sit in solitude thinking about the human heart and how so many measure Love. I watch wives stay with husbands that hurt them time and time again. I watch husbands try to make wives happy, but can’t. I see all kinds of relationships in this world and I noticed the unhealthy ones are always on display. Wouldn’t Love be satisfaction? Dedicating every inch of your being to assure the beings around you have the greatest life because you are orbitting theirs. Shouldn’t we make Love a passionate cause, we wish to effect everyone with. I sit here thinking how we must give Love structure, because people must see faith to believe it, and that starts with a devotion to our heartbeats and those that give us beats in our hearts. 


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