Maybe a little more...

What is this all about? Love... But love is not a feeling. Like how people define hate as the absence of Love, likewise, Love is defined as the absence of Hate. So there is no love or hate all we have is emptiness, numbness. That's all.
This is what all I thought. All we have is fear. Fear is the only thing we have in our life. Other than that nothing is stable in our life.
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But then I met her. It all happened like a music. Slow and melody at the same time fast and rock. It wasn't a sweet meet at the first but it took quite a time for me to understand her and realize that she is someone, a child who is looking out for a shoulder to lean so that she can a peaceful solace away from these people around her who are there still waiting for her so that they can loot her innocence but I am not going to let them loot her. I will be before her and they have to face me even before they can touch her shadow.