Everyone's always concentrating on first love. No one seems to care much about second love. Or third. Or fourth love. First love, that's the one that's always celebrated and documented like it never happened before to anyone, anywhere. It's a refining process, though, falling in love. What didn't work the first time won't work the second time. Or the third. But in the fourth love, there will probably be aspects of the first and second. But no matter what number it is, the pursuit of love is like agreeing to climb on a giant slingshot and be thrust forward, at full speed, with only a blurry target in sight and millions of miles of flight. And most times it's all a mirage. The blurry target is a brick wall. Or a wall that really loves you, but also keeps urging you to change. So why thurst?

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