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maybe that's what love is.

maybe it's all about finding a warm body to hold against your frozen skin. maybe the butterflies in your stomach don't matter, maybe they don't even exist. maybe love is just a myth we made up in our heads to feel better about not wanting to sleep alone at night.

or maybe i'm just a bitter teenager who doesn't know what they're feeling anymore. maybe i'm the only one that's incapable of love, maybe people do get butterflies in their stomach, but mine is filled with rocks and moss and muddy sticks. and maybe it's ok.

it's all i wanna be, as long as it makes me happy. if i don't find true love, who cares ? as long as i have someone that'll warm my bones and whisper sweet things into my ear, i'll be ok. and if i lose that person, i'll find another one. it may sound selfish, it probably is. love is selfish.