"Love is not about possession, love is about appreciation"

If you love the most beautiful flower, why would you pick it?

It would die.

It would cease to be the thing you love.

So why?

Because you love it and you are selfish.

You are selfish and you want it,

Need it. 

You would kill the most precious thing, the most beautiful thing

Because you need it

With you

Here, now, always

and forever.


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