Love…

What is love? What is this longing in our hearts for togetherness? Is it not the sweetest flower? Does not this flower of love have the fragrant aroma of fine, fine diamonds? Does not the wind love the dirt? Is not love not unlike the unlikely not it is unlikened to?

Love is not perfect, but Rosario Dawson is. Well almost. She lacketh only one thing, my affection. She knows it too. In an interview she once mentioned that she had this strange understanding that something was missing from her life. Little did she know that she was talking about me. Although I made that part about the interview up, in real life I have a feeling she does feel that way. Even if she doesn’t admit it to anyone, there is a me shaped hole in her heart.

Rosario, don’t be lame, hit me up.

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