I Left My Heart in Paris.

I Left My Heart in Paris.

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They say you're too young to understand love. You can never be to young to understand love, however, if anything, wouldn't you think you're too old to question it? If you've experienced love for however long, then you'd understand you're never too young to feel it. You might say it's infatuation, but my dear friend, it's not. Yes, we could never get enough of each other, but the desperation to have each other was based on our actual love. Now, I do question, however, what is love? How do you find it? How can you make it last forever? Why does it always happen in the wrong ways? Why does it hurt? I've experienced love, and I've gone to sleep crying more times than I'd like to admit, but why do you cry if it's love? Shouldn't you be one of the happiest people on this earth because you have love? Then again, what happens when you love, but the other person doesn't love back? Can you make him love you back? I must admit, love is difficult, especially when there's that one person you never actually 'got' over. There's an emptiness in my heart, but the funny thing is, I 'have' a new love, and I do love him, but can you tell me why this emptiness hasn't gone away?
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