If you did, you needn’t buy a lottery ticket, trust me.
Indeed, what would I have to say about Love? I am utterly confident I know too little about it. Yet, at the same time, I feel quite satisfied to remain ignorant and unenlightened about other, perchance higher, levels of unrequited emotion. Thank you very much.
Therefore, without further a due, I shall proceed with the less engaging, less frustrating and less interesting subject of– Oh, why bother? I might as well try to pretend that I have something meaningful to say.
What would that be, you may wonder...
What could I possibly say that has not been repeated thousands of times by singers and poets, and actors, and each and every other person who ever lived and loved, and lost? Are there any words left that are potent and boundless enough to capture the true essence of Love? Haven’t they all passed into oblivion through the whispers of lovers on a gentle, quiet night? Lost, precious, timeless words you and I will never hear.
What can I say about Love? Only what I truly know, only what lives within the depths of my hopeful heart. And those words are not meant to be said. I believe you already know that. I believe you know why.
If you ever find those same words, if you ever feel them in another heart...
I know nothing of Love.
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