Love. An intense feeling of deep affection. A love supposedly worth dying for. A love that hurts is supposed to be true love. A formula that's tattooed onto our innocent souls. Love that despairs, that exasperates. A love that messes with our heads and makes us blind. There are different types of relationships in life: Those that inspire us to give it our all, those that comfort us, those that destroy us, those that benefit us, those we want and then don't. Those that give us peace.. and those that take it away in a matter of seconds. I never understood why we choose wrong most times. Maybe it's in our nature, maybe not. Perhaps it's society and its stereotypes that pushes us towards that chaos. It teaches us that pain is fun when it's not. Right? That's not exactly true. Pain is perverse. It's exciting. It's addicting. It gives us adrenaline. We fiend for pain. but it hurts. but hurting is what we learn to settle for.
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This thing called love.
RandomWhat is love supposed to be? What is love supposed to feel like? Pain? maybe comfort? A little of both? Why does love hurt so good?.
