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It’s not about me. It’s not about me. Its not about you. Its not about me.
Overthink the little things, who cares, let me ponder away small portions of my brain, sure, but.
When i ask you of love… the time it takes, the thoughts you must think
.. they are the widest red lines between what it is and what it is not.  I’d say that is what it truly is to overthink..
On this side of heaven, of knowledge, of understanding, we know
that love is a choice. Or at least, we best understand it as such. A commitment.  Because without those, when we do actually begin to discover what love is, we would run from it. Its sad to only have one word for it, for i liken it to a race: it is a start line, it is the ability to run, and it is the goal set ahead… and it is the commitment to do all of those things…