So like, I've figured I've hadn't had a philosophical night in a while, sooo might as well be tonight. That, if I don't fall asleep at any moment.
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So tonight's theme...(drums please)....
L.O.V.E.
(Unexpected right?)
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Anyway, it's been a while since I've written about umm love, in any of its forms and shapes lol
So yea..let's see what my mind has to say...
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Love is like an essay.
Idk sometimes I feel like I'm skipping parts of it.
There's an intro, the body, and the conclusion.
I know everything about the intro, I like introductions very much.
For an essay to be captivating enough for the readers, it needs to have a good intro.
A good beginning.
Same as with love.
It needs to start somewhere.
I'm not saying love at first sight, cuz I don't know much about it, but there has to be something about that first paragraph that interests you enough to expect and want more of whatever has just started.
Then there's the body.
But about the body, which is the main one, I know nothing.
Basically, the body is what the essay has to say.
Story with details and all.
What comes after the intro, after the crushing, liking, meeting, talking, mildly flirting, smiling, giggling, staring, mingling, maybe even a kiss or two.
What comes after the start.
That, I wouldn't know.
At last, the ending.
Endings I'm no expert but I know about those too.
How it ends.
Either good or bad, there must be an ending that teaches something.
Lesson or not, it's there for you.
Take it or leave it.
Endings are shit.
They're supposed to tell you the conclusion, how the theme, the story ends.
It's a damn summary and final dot.
No three dots this time, but just one.
It's the end.
Either happily ever after,
Or...not, I guess.
I think I'm skipping.
I feel like I'm skipping.
It sounds fucked up.
Like I'm skipping the main part of it. Like I start to get to love, but don't really get to it.
I skip right to the ending.
Fucked up essay.
Fucked up love.
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P.S: I'm starting to nail philosophical nights (imo) (might as well be stupid)
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