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At night, while everyone is already sleeping. There's a heart that is terribly weeping.

Why are we loving?
Why do we need to love?
Why do we need to be loved?

Questions.
Without cleared answers.

Why?
In the first place, why is this heart beating?
What's the purpose of this heart beat anyway?

Maybe because the purpose of this heart is to pump it's blood, for us to be able to breathe.
For us to live.
For me, to live.

Does the heart truly knows how to love?
Does the heart truly knows who to love?

What if it does? Or what if it doesn't?

Still, it's not that clear to me what is love.

Is it really important?
To love someone?
To be love by someone?

Love, is a universal thing.
It will always be there, in your heart.
It will always be in every human's nature to love and to be love.

How about falling in love?

How do we actually fall in love?

You see, when that person you like or that person you love gives you the world, their world actually.
Is the kind of love that is unconditional.

For you, their outside appearance is not what you love about them. (Looks can be deceiving, yes?)

It's their flaws, imperfections, their demons and rare soul that you will able to see. That is how you function your unconditional love to someone.

The mind can choose who to like.
But the heart knows who to love.

Love, is a very big word.
A meaningful word, indeed.

It can actually cause you pain.

If you love too hard.
If you love too much.
If you still love the wrong person.
If you don't love yourself anymore.
And if you don't want to fall in love again.

These, can cause a heartbreak.

Heartache.
Heartbreak.

Some, may take heartbreaks seriously.
But, no.
Don't be so upset if the love you had, fails.
If it fails?

Then, stand up.
Pick up the pieces of your heart, back together.
And be ready to fall in love again.

Please do know.
That love never fails.

'Cause if it fails, then it's not love.

P.S. This whole page is a crap. Damn it. It doesn't make any sense, I don't know why did I wrote this. Lol.

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