Love has…many meanings. Sometimes it describes what two people feel when they want to spend the rest of their lives together. Sometimes it describes what two lifelong friends feel about each other companionship. Sometimes it describes how I feel about a turkey sandwich when I’m really hungry. Love is…flexible like that. And that’s why I really love Love. I do. I’m not just saying that. I love Love. Love doesn’t always love me back, but I love Love just the same, whether my love for Love is returned or not. Yes, I love unrequited Love just as much as I love Love that is returned.
Hate, on the other hand, I hate. I really hate Hate. It’s terrible. Love Love; hate Hate. Hate just totally bugs me, and I don’t understand it. Why hate when you can love? Some people seem to love to hate, and you know what? I still love those guys. I love Hate lovers. I love Love lovers, too, and Hate haters. But I can’t hate Hate lovers. And I know Hate lovers hate Love lovers like me. That’s OK.
Then there’s Like. I like Like, but I don’t love Like like I love Love. Like is fine though. It’s not Love, but then, it’s no Hate either, is it? See, Like is very noncommittal, so even with Love, it just likes Love. I like Like like Like likes Love. Like hates Hate like I hate Hate though. No one likes or loves Hate. Well, I bet Love loves Hate. Maybe.
Hate. Love. Like. Loving, hating, liking. Liking Like like Love likes Hate lovers but hating Hate like Like likers love Love lovers. And loving every minute of it. What does it all mean? I don’t know. I wish I cared. But I don’t. Never cared for Caring.