"Wake up. Smell the roses; they are decaying. Cankered by your ego, your petaled ideals are dying. You say you love her, but with your presence you trap her, torment her! You stain the white snow with your grand gestures, but the greatest act of love, you cannot do. You cannot let go. You have made her a prize, an objective, you cannot lose. Through this, you truly lose the passion and spirit of the one you so love. Dare to love her, dare to let her go. And perhaps only then will you get a true shot at loving, and being loved."
- a line from somewhere
Uncle T
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