Blind To The Facts

Blind To The Facts

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When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he/she is kissing every part of your body. No... don't blush. I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away...
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falling in love is like falling in an endless pit, you dared to jump in the name of risking everything, you gave your all, and depend to the love you believed was there, and somehow, it is the time where a cold fragmented ground of isolation started to form beneath the so called endless pit, forming on the sacrifices you gave, the care you offer, the light you shine to the person you love. now the only thing that keeps you floating is him, keeping the gravity away from you, the gravity that held you to the feeling of falling deeper to the feeling of an imaginary float. then one day, you lost him, you lost the only thing that is holding you to place, without the gravity you fear. your back hit the ground, your heart shattered in a million pieces and punctured your lungs that you couldn't breathe, the gravity is too much that you can't move or stand, you stayed there and let it devour you, you became miserable, you let the sadness eat your rotten flesh until youre a forgotten fossils of a skeleton of a sunken city. -Remy Detera

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