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You told me once that you loved me. But then again, you also said you loved pie. I never thought you meant the same feeling, I thought you could have the feeling love in different ways. But you love me, like you love pie. I like that you love me, don't get me wrong. I just never compared myself to a dish before. Well, I'm rounded, red on the inside, warm if you heat me up, cold if you leave me out. I guess I'm quite like pie. Maybe a blueberry pie, or raspberry. Never cared that much for peach or apple. If I was a redhead I could understand why you love ginger that much, but I'm not, so I don't. I used to love you, I used to love bacon too. But it wasn't the same feeling, just the same word to describe it. Even though you could really act like a pig sometimes. But I don't hold that against you, since I sometimes was like that too. My problem lies in the word. For you see, there is only one world for so many feelings. Love. Sure I could put other words in front of, or behind it, to make it mean different things. You would never tell your food that you'r in love with chicken. Nor would you say to your mama that you love her, sort of. I think to come around this sort of misunderstandings we're in need of more words to narrow down the things we mean, to avoid confusions. But since I'm not a word-maker or very good at combining old words I have no idea what to use instead. Maybe it's to late to make up new words. Maybe it's to late to straighten out this sort of misunderstandings. It's okay, I just have to figure out a different way to express myself and make sure I understand others, in the way they want me to.