Is it true? Does love - true, pure, divine - really exist? Is it really possible that two people would be so vested in the well being of another that they would place this other person's happiness before their own? Does that really happen or have we been taken in by fairy tales. Or is it worse than that? Have we, like countless losers at the lottery, purchased our token in hopes of winning that grand, shining prize? For perhaps it is true that love exists but it is sought after over insurmountable, otherwise impossible odds. But we play because we must, because we were made to play. It is inextricably intertwined in our DNA.
If suffering is the most profound argument against the existence of a good and loving deity, then love is the most sublime argument against atheism.
Bill met Sarah at a small, independently owned coffee shop near his home. She was at the condiment bar sprinkling hazelnut on her latte and he was waiting to grab a cover for his grande drip coffee (black). Perhaps the grains had lodged themselves in the pores, perhaps humidity had caused them to clump in the container but for whatever reason Sarah was unable to get the hazelnut shaker to produce. Bill, not one for waiting, said excuse me while reaching in front of Sarah towards the lids.
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