I love you more than tearing wave after waves of zombies apart.
I love you more than hitting spectacular thirty-yarders and making invisible ghosting runs into the box and scoring fantastic goals.
I love you more than the joy you bring me when you play along.
I love you more than awesome clothes and sweet shoes.
I loved you more than even ultimate itself.
I love you more than dice and games and dungeons and dragons.
I love you more than camaraderie and the good old days.
I loved you more than myself.
I love you more than the two years I spent watching you from the shadows (and I'm still watching, but with a lot less).
I love you more than you think.
Preamble:
It is altogether too easy to discuss a topic with which one has had no experience or knows nothing about. That is why I will altogether avoid Plato's Symposium, in which he apparently discusses many issues salient to the following.
I generally think of myself as an unlucky man save in one regard (which off late has fallen off; perhaps due to my taking it for granted). I speak, of course, of affection, and one-sided relationships; I have had the priviledge (misfortune?) to have been on both sides of the river, as well as drowning in the river on one occasion.
The question we seek to examine is this: whether it is better to be loved or to love. Let us begin from the premise: it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. In this, we speak merely of having been in love - in which direction, we set aside for the moment - and agree first that there is a net positive benefit from being in this clumsy tangle known as "love".
Assuming both provide a net positive benefit, which is better?









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