Sometimes I look around and see couples canoodling and holding hands and sharing "moments" and it leaves me with a sad emptiness. There I am, juggling my wallet to get the right change for a single shot espresso at a table for one, and there they are in a love seat holding hands with a Smitten Mitten sharing a fondue for two.
But nothing has left me feeling as lonely as this portrait of true love. Love's ideal; the Gibran poem in the Hummel figurine world:
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