Love is tough. Love is rough. Love is no poem. Love is no Autumn. Love is what we want it to be and not what it is. Love can be realized in life through the little things, or even the biggest events. But it is not fun, it is not a toy. Love is the aspect of reality. The thing you can't lose. You always love something. As you get older you truly know what you love. Such as you and your friends thinking it awkward but then you graduate and bam! Now you're telling each other "I love you" every time you leave. Love cannot be understood through being young. You get the butterflies, the stomach sicknesses and high fevers. But you can lose all of that easy later on. However, I do love. And I love all of you. May it just be my beliefs to love my friends and family because it is true. Or that I also love those who do harm. That is still love. No different. Maybe emphasized and it may hurt but that's love.
Love hurts. You will regret many but that specific eternal partner of yours is there because it's you. I'm there because it is them. They are here because it is me. I love. I love. I love you. Not just you but all of you.
Sooner or later it will end but when it does. You will have been loved and are still loved. Say it or not. I'm not telling you so you can say it back. I'm saying it so you will know and remember that...
I love you
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PoetryCritical thinking in words, not much of a story but more of a mental process.
