Reason.
Allegedly the essence of human beings lies solely on reason.
A reason.
I've found that everything, no matter how interesting or dull in appearance, can become wondrous if it has the right reason.
Wars, masterpieces, odysseys and everyday actions have found in reason, redundantly, a reason to be.
Right now, no matter how hard I've tried, it is impossible for me to find a good reason to love you.
And still, with all this nonsense depriving me of my unique characteristic as a human, I keep loving you profoundly.
To lose reason.
Maybe that's a wonderful reason to love you each day more.
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