love is supposed to hurt. it's raw. it's mind-controlling. you think about them constantly. you walk into a store, see a movie, and think about watching it with them, with your fingers laced. you think of how wonderful they are, all the time. you tell eachother everything. even if it means hurting them. because once you tell that first lie, it will hurt so much to admit you lied again. once you start lying you'll think, "what's the difference between 1 lie and 2?" but there is such a difference. God, once you start it's just a chain reaction. love is wanting their arms around you, tasting their kiss, remembering them as they are, even if they are 1000000 miles away. love is this crazy obsession that everyone craves, but some people just do not understand it.
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