Chicken Scratch and Bobby Brown

I was in the office kitchen - making my daily grilled chicken salad lunch - when I was thinking about Whitney Houston. And how, essentially, it was Bobby Brown's fault she died. I wondered how someone could love someone and feed them the poison that might end their life. That's not love, I thought: Love should not kill you. I came back to my desk - salad in hand - and chicken scratched my ideas about "love".

Love should not kill you, wilt or weaken you. Love should make you stronger. Wiser. Better.

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Love should not compromise who you are, but make you into a better version of who you were. 

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Love should not make you cry or age you. Love should make you laugh with the innocence of youth. 

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Love should not be a burden. Love should lift your spirit and complete your soul.

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Love should compliment you - it should never take you apart or tear you down.

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Love is a gift that makes us feel whole where before the space never existed; and without it, you don't want to.

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Love is a moment in time where you sit back and laugh about nothing at all. All the time. 

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Love will find you when you least expect it; surprise you when you least suspect it.




(song of the moment)