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A Definition of Love

Love is not letting go.

It is fighting and it is desperate. It is bleeding fingernails holding onto the edge of the cliff, it’s being engaged, and it’s holding onto the bitter end.

It doesn’t go “gently” into the night; it doesn’t sit and wait “quietly” in the corner for acknowledgement and acceptance. Love wants and it wants without grace, without artifice, and without pride. It takes everything that you have to love and it demands everything that you are to see it through.

Anybody who disagrees with that is stupid. And I won’t apologize for saying that, because it’s true. They’re stupid and they don’t know how to love and they don’t know what it’s worth.

It’s worth everything and when something is worth that much you will tear the world apart for it.

You’d better.

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About Quinn

In it but not of it. A reformed player, now watcher. Speaker of raw truths.

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Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

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