What is love? We ask ourselves.
Some would say love is appreciation and happiness but many would prefer to describe it as pain and emptiness.
Some would say it is the best thing that could have happened to them.
Many would say they would not want to experience something so heart breaking again.
Every one of us would describe it different. Focusing on the start, when it is all hearts and passion or curiosity and adrenaline. But when you focus on the end, it is all sorrow and silence or sadness and melancholy.
But one thing I am sure is that love is hard, no good love is ever easy.
Because falling in love is like handing someone a gun pointing at your heart, hoping they never pull the trigger.
But in the end they do...they always do.
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thoughts.
Poetrythey say overthinking would kill your happiness, but it is the only way i get to know myself. -thoughts, poems and feelings.
