We dream of it. We
We dream of it. We search for it. We are desperate for it.
Approval.
It's unconditional. It's unwaivering kindness. It's sacrafice.
Love.
In our lifetimes we'll devote ourselves to get approval from our peers and superiors.
In our lifetimes we'll neglect to appricate the love we're given for free.
Aproval is temporary, one mistake and can disappear as fast as you get it.
Love is everlasting, no fault can destroy true love.
We take advantage of things we know we can't lose.
There will always be someone who loves you.
They will bend over backwards and jump through hoops.
All becasue they love you.
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