Life is only complicated because we let it look similar to Love. So much Life is wasted fretting over its insidious four letter cousin. We don’t feel it. We feel it too much and don’t want it. We’re scared of losing it. We’re lonely without it. We think of it as the single magic ingredient that transforms Tesco value meals for one into candlelit dinners for two. What if the one person you know you love, and know loves you too, is someone you know will not fill your Life? Is that Love real? Does it make your Life simple?

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