love
i love my friends, but i could never be anything more than friends with them
i love my boyfriend, but sometimes, he’s a really good just-friend
i love my plants, but they never say it back
i love my art, but only when other people love it first
i love my favorite tv shows, but i can live without them
i love food, but i’m never hungry
i love people i don’t know, and who don’t know me, just based on their opinions and ideas
love is such a weird concept. i love a lot of things, and i tell those things i love them even though i love other things more. and somethings or people i tell them i love them, even when i really don’t














