Love is weird............ really weird.
We do not love not only to understand it but we love to feel it.
love is your favorite toy. No matter how old or broken it may be, you will still choose it from others because you saw something special on it. Love is your favorite food. There was this feeling of excitement that you might want to eat that food. there was this energy making you alive when you see it. That is love. Love is weird. You love her even when all the people hate her. You love him even he got the worst fart ever. You want to hug her even she did not take some bath. You love her because she is special. That's love. weirdly magical
"You are weird, but i love you"
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love, an abstract
Poetry"Love is weird....so weird. let me define my own love. no judgments, no criticism. just my own love"
