Twue Wuv

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I've been reading a lot of young adult fiction this summer.  It's interesting, in an eye opening sort of way.  Some of the books have been good, some.... not.

I found it interesting that under all that goth cover-art one of the predominant themes is Love.  And what love is.  And how you get love.  And how you show love.

Yesterday, my car radio was on a pop station.  I don't know the artist- but he was singing that he loved so true that he'd take a bullet, catch a grenade, yada yada for his woman.

I'm 44.  That doesn't impress me.  Adrenaline-rushed moments are gone in seconds.

So as a service announcement for my teen daughters I'd like someone to write a song with the following elements;

I love you so much that I get out of bed today, for what feels like the 5th millionth time, to go work all day, even when no one recognizes my brilliance.

I love you so much that when you have a stomach virus I'll clean the bathroom afterwards while you sleep.

I love you so much that when I look at you I see the you I love, not the spit-up on your shoulder, bad hair cut or the 20 extra years.

I love you so much that when life gets slow and long and hard, I take your hand to go for a walk.

Sure, superhuman abilities, a mysterious past and unlimited funds might be nice, but being human is harder than that.  Love is what you do all day, everyday, even without the aid of adrenaline.




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