'I love you.'
Three words, so simple. Everyone hears them at least once in their lifetime. Some people even dare to say it at one point or another. But who actually means it? How can someone see the difference between a liar and a lover? Is there a difference? What is 'love'? Is there a 'true love'? And if there is one, where do people find it? Are they looking for it? Or are they just stumbling across it someday?
It doesn't take me long to push all those questions out of my head. None of them are important to me. No one will love me. Ever. I am dirty. Filthy. Twisted. Even my own father realized that about me. It is who I am. Who would love someone like that?
But after pushing those questions aside, the answer to 'what is love?' seems to be the easiest to answer. Bullshit. Love is Bullshit. A few years ago, I may would've said "Love is not definable. Its different every time someone feels it. For some people love is affection and passion, for others its being willing to die for one another." Dying for someone? Would anyone do that? If there was a madman in front of you, holding a gun at you and your loved one, what would you do? No one could come out unharmed. One is dead, while the other one must live with the burden of loosing their love. So what is the better option?
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So this is the first thought. I dont really want any advice or anything (except for writing mistakes ofc) since it is written in a moment when I am not really thinking about what I am writing.
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In the eye of the hurricane
شِعرThius is no real story. It's just my thoughts, overthinking and stuff I write and don't find fitting for my novels. So you don't need an order to read this, just read what you think is interesting,
