It was the Best of times, it was the Worst of times

Once, a long, long time ago I loved a woman. . .

But then I learned about black holes, and how love relates to gravity.  Now I "love" many.

Love is like a gravitational force, it binds, brings society together.  Man to woman, man to man, woman to woman, and unfortunately adult to child (athough these people should be castrated and not allowed to vote).

The stronger the love, the stronger it pulls you in.  No distance is far enough to escape love, for it moves all bodies regardless of time spent apart.

And some loves become so intense and burn through the hydrogen-helium love reserves, that the gravitational force overcomes all other nuclear forces, and the star of love collapses in upon itself into a neutron star, which is a feeble reminder of a once proud love, or it turns into a black hole, in which everything, including light itself, gets ass raped by gravity's tug.  I mean love's tug.

So the next time you think about letting yourself fall into love, think twice.

Because its just another day for you and me in paradise.

Time to get back to work.  These bills don't pay themselves, afterall.

(But it is better to have loved and lost, then to have never loved at all.  And I live with no regrets. Sometimes the person you hold at arms length, the person that tries to get closer that you keep pushing back-sometimes that person decides enough is enough, and moves on.)

PS. Remember this is all fiction and doesn't necessarily have anything to do with the creator of this blogsite.