Love came to me in a dream one night.
He just showed up in my house,
I found him going through my fridge.
Just what do you think you're doing,
I cried as I turned on the light.
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Oh, Hi, Love said, I'm Love.
He extended a friendly hand.
So you are the feeling inside me, I said.
He nodded his head, proud of his handiwork.
I punched Love in the face.
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What did you do THAT for?
He shouted at me, clutching his jaw.
I was sure you'd be happy to see me!
I know my influence is strong within you,
So why did you just hit me like that!?
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You bastard, I yelled,
You're the one who made me feel this way!
I lie awake at nights sobbing in bed.
All because of you and your tormenting!
And with that, I punched Love again.
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Love reeled backwards, but refrained from falling.
He was stronger than he looked.
Don't try to make this my fault, he said.
I'm not the one who let her leave.
In fact, I did everything I could to stop her.
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You are the one who let her go.
You were the one who didn't tell her how you felt.
I know how deeply you miss her,
But can you really blame me for your actions?
I hated to admit that he was right.
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I took annother swing at him,
Probably out of spite.
But he was too fast for me.
I guess he always had been...
Love slugged me in the stomach and I doubled over.
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Wait, I said, getting my second wind.
Don't leave yet. You were right. I'm sorry.
But why did you even come to me in the first place?
Why did you offer me what you knew I couldn't accept?
When you knew I wasn't ready for her?
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Love looked at me sadly, and shrugged.
Why? I don't know why.
Love attacks without reason.
Maybe you're right. Maybe I *was* toying with you.
But I never intended to hurt anyone.