Love and hate do not exist in time. We put it within time's constraints because it becomes easier to compartmentalize ourselves and our desires. It is easier for friends and new loves to hear about those you have loved "before". But in love is there a before I wonder as I watch a friend resist his real feelings. Those around him have solidified his reason-based argument that love has anything to do with time, that it comes and goes as if on the hands of a clock. But I know that he knows somewhere outside the chains of forced logic that love is eternal, and any true way in life must come from accepting that truth. I'm reminded of an Uma Thurman quote in this context:
"I still love the people I've loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them."
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