of love is when I would choose to come be around my owner. He would
take care of me while I was out in the scary world. He would provide
shelter and food that was high up off the ground where nothing could
harm me. Maybe THAT'S real love. Maybe I was wrong. I wouldn't want to
know there was a bigger more beautiful world out there but not be
TRUSTED to go explore and learn. I would rather be allowed to fall a
few times than be kept up far away from all harm just so I could
experience real love, real trust, real joy.
I always compare people to animals... It's just one of those things I
do. Most of the time guys are some type of dog, and girls are some
kind of cat. But I could never figure out what I was... I think
maybe... I'm a bird...
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