“Love isn’t blind,” he said. “Love sees everything. Every wart, every defect. Everything. Love just accepts all those things and keeps giving hugs. Love wants to show you that it’s okay to not be perfect, to fail, to do something stupid. Love is there to be wounded, kicked to the teeth, and spit upon. That’s why love is considered folly by some and ludicrous by others, but in the end, love wants to see you be the best you you can be.”
I have looked into the face of Defeat, and I have laughed. Defeat then punched me in the face and asked if I still thought it was still funny as I fell to the ground.
So now I am looking at the feet of Defeat, and I chuckle again because the feet of Defeat just sounds silly. Defeat does not take too kindly to this and makes sure I get a close up of Defeat’s feet as Defeat kicks me in the teeth.
I just hope tomorrow I can still find my teeth, because I have a date with Destiny.