suppose the difference between love and attachment is the complication of the soul, which is not logical and sometimes not useful either
and it's the soul that recognizes kindred even across dimensions, between reincarnations, through illusions, despite spousal abuse. citation: every fairytale. the funny thing is, it's this way of love that we understand. what we don't get is why the fuck john never picks up the milk, why fred won't stop scaring you when you've told him it. isn't. funny. why gem won't say the l word. i guess, in real life, love is fantasizing about fire while you cough up smoke.
(i don't got a good metaphor for attachment. space heater? something useful. but i wouldn't be a monkey if i were you. small penises.)
when was the last time you asked someone to be your angel? what did they say?
would you nail their wings to the wall if it meant you could keep them?
i'm going to.