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reneemonique said:
Love is just a short word, but it's honestly like hell, to describe.
Love isn't a word to be said often. To me, it's a story that never can be understood. It's sort of like when two broken people have made each other whole again. They are both lost in this mad universe, but found something real, something other people wish they had.
Love is not being perfect for each other, they both can eat at the ends of each others nerves, they can argue, bicker and pick on each other but they are happy. They would never trade any fight with the other person for complete serenity with someone else. The loved one is not just the lovers world, their sky, or their galaxy. They are more or less the blood underneath each others skin, bones, the pulsing in their heart and the tears in their eyes. In this crazy world, the whole thing make their minds even more chaotic. Sometimes, they think they are going insane. They wake up and try to convince themselves that the other is not real, it seems like they are a fragment of your imagination. They drown your mind. They suffocate you. But you can't breathe without them.
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