Sometimes I wonder if we've become too hard; too resistant to the overtures other people make, brushing them off as inconsequential or if we're feeling particularly cynical, calling them fake and insincere. We want something real, something solid you can hold onto, not these mushy feelings that don't lead anywhere.
But sometimes I like lying on the couch, sipping on hot tea and listening to people sing about their undying love for each other - I'd like to believe that these things exist.
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