Love never dies , love never fails . And what is love , you ask ??? Good fucking question , my friend . Love is reality . Love is truth . Sometimes it comes with an orgasm , but usually not .
My first week at camp back in 1978 . I met this blond 10 year old child and I think I wanted to adopt him . Anyway , at the end of the week I went to clean out the sleeping quarters , and I lifted up his mattress... it read : "If you love someone / set them free / if they come back / they are yours / if they don't / they never were" .
Trust me . This will all make sense eventually . But the individual that wrote this piece of litterateur : the child that I was to meet at the P. E .I. ferry terminal in two years time .
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