Love is; being in a crowded room, your vision focus' and you see only them. Their very presents set's a fire within you and their eyes makes your next breath catch in your throat, and it is a wonderful sensation. Waking up to their beautiful faces each and every day and never getting tired of it. Love is carelessness. Love is so passionate and love is is so very blind. To love someone can be a devastating curse. To forgive them for every wrong thing that they do; because you love them. To not flinch every time they raised their hand to you; because you love them. To have a thousand people curse you to hell and hate you, because you love them. Love is a curse because you cannot love without dying. You cannot love without someone telling you it's wrong. Love is beautiful. It is the light at the end of the tunnel and the butterflies in your stomach. However, love is cruel. It is the reason you are in the tunnel and it is the fire that kills the butterflies. Love is life and love is death.
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Short Story[In Edit] Summer train journey's. What better inspiration for a collection of shorts stories. The concept for this book was birthed on a train but has continued to flourish long after the train left the tracks. From April to September 2016 I had to...
