“Don’t love something that can’t love you back.”
Sage advice. Just printed. Going on the fridge.
But what does that mean, actually?
I love beautiful sunsets. I love studying medieval European history. I love sitting up in bed in the morning, sipping espresso, posting on Free Republic, and gazing at the snow-covered Alps out my window.
Do these things "love me back?"
Perhaps I'm being dense here, but please help me understand.
Regards,
My Fridge is a Perfect spot too!