The art of love is a tricky one. It's sneaky and devious. It leaves your hair tousled and your soul undone. You don't know if you should laugh or cry, because you could quite possibly do either or both at any given time.
Your time is consumed by meaningless thoughts of walking along the beach with moonlight drenching your path or of snuggling up to some low-rent movie like "Uptown Girls" with Brittany Murphy, just because it's a chance to snuggle.
Sleeping is a challenge also. You think of the person there next to you and when you wake up alone, you could cry.
But I don't. Because I still have those thoughts of walking on the beach to keep me warm, although right now, I am quite chilly.
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