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#3

Love is like a delicate scale. A new love can be greatly swayed by gentle actions, and be rooted by a promise. Others, however, the scale begins to waver. And it's not that the love wasn't real, or alive or exhilarating, a rush of adrenaline, no. It's when those same actions you fell in love with begin to morph into habits you grow to hate.
That childish behaviour you once found endearing is now aggravating, and that once awe-inspiring 'stick-it-to-'em-' attitude is now being taken as ignorance. The stubborn attitude to constantly defy everything you say, or any advice you give turns to stupidity and self-recklessness. The desire they have to be constantly be attached to your hip that you once found adorable slowly chips away at your privacy and you feel yourself wanting to distance yourself. Their procrastination that you once found glamorous turns to a heavy payload and exhaustion of you having to pick up the pieces. And their once amazing straight forward thoughts turn to arguments, and refusing to come to an agreement. Everything you once found beautiful is being turned ugly, and it's terrifying.