Author: Seth
"What is love if not an obsession?"
The low, monotone grind of sand on stone echoed through the small, if fairly comfortable room. A young boy sat with his back to the wall, steadily wearing away at a small piece of jade with a calm, yet single minded intensity.
It was slow work. It was delicate work. It was work that required so much effort that it bordered on the obscene.
He loved it.
For him, it didn't matter how long it took, or how hard it was, he would finish it. He'd learned long ago that often it was the journey that mattered the most, and that the sweat, the time, and the love he poured into that little rock each day was infinitely more valuable than any piece of jewellery he could have bought her.
Some told him that he was obsessed. He just chuckled knowingly and continued to sand away. Maybe they were right, but he didn't care. It was worth it. She was worth it.
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