"Are you in love?" she asked.

"Am I in love?
I don't think so, what about you?"

"No."

"I don't think I've ever been in love with someone... I've loved people." He uttered.

"Really? Never?"

"I might have thought that I was."

"How do you know that you weren't?"

"I'm not still fighting for someone."

"That makes sense."

"Have you been in love?"

"I think I have been, but it's all I've ever known as being in love. So I could be very wrong. And something tells me I am wrong about that."

"I think I have been a couple times."

"Wrong?"

"Wrong."

"I think I've just confused loving a person for the person they are and being in love with that person... I don't know. Who knows? I know nothing."
 
"I know nothing too." She bowed her head and sighed.

'The boys and girls that ran away from their homes --

they pitched their tents in rows

and thought of all the days they could remember

out of all the days they ever had.'

I have a lot of catching up to do with posts.

Expect a big explosion of crafts in the next little while.

xx