I don’t believe in love, not quite, not at all. Despite this, I know I must have loved someone, or something, at some point in this life. Or maybe I never did. Is there really a way to tell? There cannot be, and if there was, I do believe it would not matter if love was true, or love was not.
I don’t always believe in things that I know to be true, but then again, what do I know – knowledge evades me as water does oil. I could look at something and see it and yet it still would not exist. Or not cease to exist.