Intricacies of Love

Intricacies of Love

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Love is defined as the purest feeling on one side and a game on the other. But still we're unaware of what love really is! There's no particular definition to love, rather it cannot be defined by the arrangement of 26 alphabets available in the global language English. It's a magic to be felt, a fragrance to be smelt, a divine music to be lost in its depth. In the real world it is suppressed by the shine of silver, hunger of lust and darkness of betrayal. And as the need gets fulfilled the person is thrown away like the crumbled piece of paper and never looked back. The person breaks down and gives up on life. This is how the person who was born to do something big ends up leaving this world and the same world doesn't spare an eye to the victim. But there are a few exceptional people who care for the victim and try to give their life a meaning and do not let their efforts go in vain. "Love is evil, spell it backwards!" Love is evil! Love is live! Love is both! Explore it to know more!
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Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply. It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other. This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me. This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me. But when the New Boy in town tries to fix me, everything will change. Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell. I want to enter this story in the #Wattys2015 please help me out and vote and comment on my story. I'll really appreciate it!!! #Wattys2015 COPYRIGHTED © 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ®

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