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This is my first thread in CM, so yeah.
I just quoted this from what I posted in Crashic's most recent blog.
I just quoted this from what I posted in Crashic's most recent blog.
Love is something that sneaks its way into your life, furtively at first, and begins to change you, usually for the better.
Love is like a plant taking root on a stone. In this case the stone would be the one who is afflicted, and the plant is love.
The stone is stubborn, hard, and, well, stone-hearted. But the plant nevertheless slowly and surely coaxes the stone, whispers to it, without the stone knowing it, and brings its roots down, down, deep into the soul of the stone.
After quite some time, the stone and the plant are acquaintances.
After quite some time after, the stone and the plant become very good friends.
After times after even longer, the stone realizes it loves the plant. The plant is content with itself, without really acknowledging that it is content, and without really having had that goal in the first place.
After years have come and gone, the stone has been crumbled into soil by the patient love of the plant, and the plant has died and become fertilizer for the soil.
And the stone and the plant, after years and years and not knowing they loved each other and finally realizing it at their end, have passed by.
And they have giving birth to a new plant.
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Love is, in essence, and long strenous process, where neither party knows it is working its wonders, and that creates new life.