Love? What Love?

Love? What Love?

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Can anyone tell me the definition of heartbreak?  No? No? No? I thought so. So tell me this, why does everyone act like they know everything about love and heartbreaks when they have never experienced it themselves? Well, I guess it's human nature, wanting to know something so badly you make up a definition for it. Now I probably sound like a love expert, but I've never been in love, hence I've never experienced heartbreak. Love... Love doesn't exist. Love is a choice, not a feeling. Love is an arrangement that puts two people together who might work well together, but who might also be completely different. That's the way it was for my parents. Their definition of love was to be married to each other but to have open relations with everyone that walked on our street. Some childhood.  Everyone's definition of love is different. Mine is it doesn't exist. Cynical? I know.  That is... until I met River Caprino. 
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Love. Such an overused and underestimated word that no one really knows. I don't really believe in love. Can you really love someone so much that it hurts. Can you love someone to the point that you can't think of anyone else. At least I didn't believe it. I didn't know it until I experienced it. I had been missing out. To love someone so hard that your ribs ache having to cage in such a heart beat. You literally can't think of anything or anyone else. You're even smiling long after he leaves. Everything you do or see or hear reminds you of him. Like I say I didn't believe it. I know now that it exists but I also know that it comes to a painful end. Isn't that the saying all good things come to an end. This is the love story of Nina and Chaz. "To not letting the world and it's people keep us from living!" "And to jumping off the bridge."

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