I've been thinking a lot about the nature of love and affection, kind vs. nice.
How someone can be perfectly lovely and great for me, but I feel nothing of a spark - only a fondness and a desire to see them safely home.
Or the way that a person can be nice: pleasant, friendly, sweet; but not be kind. The deep, unwavering kindness of doing the right thing even when it's shitty. Even when it means that you don't seem nice at all.
I am kind, but not always nice. I am tired of spending my time with people who would rather keep up appearances than do the good, and necessary, thing.
Just a thought.
Myles
















