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To be or not to be,
That is the question.
For what is romance,
And what is life without it?
I have lived a life depleted of the classical type of love.
Though I live a life full of it.
Love from those with who I share not blood but years.
Years full of love and hate and sadness.
But I have not felt the bliss of love,
If it is truly bliss?
We dream of it in every piece we make,
But what does that mean for reality?
What is the truth of a universal feeling I have not felt?
Where does that place me in the universe,
If it places me there at all.
For closeness is not a bother.
But closeness is all that love is defined as.
A definition I cannot decrypt.
If I can stand closeness, how can I not understand love?
In our bleak reality, love is others' crutch.
Guiding them through with care.
But does that mean I can stand without,
Or does it mean I am stuck crawling on the ground?
Am I to use a crutch if I do not need one?
The lemonade I have made of life is bitter-sweet
I have been told that love would make it delicious.
That I simply do not have enough sugar of my own to make it.
But life's lemons are made bitter for a reason.
Are they not?
It is a double-edged sword.
It brings happiness and despair
And yet I still want it.
Want picnic dates,
And hallmark twists.
Want to know all that others do about it.
And I don’t.
For one person to be my sole existence.
It sickens me.
My yearning for knowledge is nothing compared to my weak stomach.
The rollercoaster of romance has a height limit I do not reach.
And maybe I will grow the inch or two needed to be given access.
Until then, I will sit on my bench and watch as the couples board.