People say that you're in love
if you've liked someone for more than 4 months. That
is complete and utter b*llsh*t. If thats what you think love
is, then you have never actually been in love. Love is when you
care about someone so much that when you're not with them, it
hurts. Love is when you can't stand seeing someone in pain or
in trouble and you would give anything in your power to help and
protect them. Love is amazing. Love is when you can stand to think
about being with anyone else but that person. If someone were
to ask you if you have ever loved someone or been in love for real,
you wouldn't have to think about it. If you have to question
whether it's love or not, then it isn't. Love is beautiful.
Even though love is all these wonderful things, love is the thing
that causes me so much pain and hate towards myself. Love is the
reason I cry myself to sleep every night. Love is the reason I die
every day on the inside. But love is also the only thing that wakes
me up every day. Love is the only thing that makes me smile. Love
is love.
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