Now that I'm in love I realize how unrealistic was the things I wrote about love.Love doesn't give you butterflies it gives you a sharp pain in your stomach.
Love doesn't fill your heart it leaves you completely naked.
Love doesn't leave good memories it scratches your skin and leaves purple scars all over.
Love is not a person. Not at all. It's an idea. It's something you create yourself. Which is quite scary.
How we can create something that has the potential to destroy us.
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