What Is Love?

What Is Love?

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they say that when you fall in love you know. they say that when you find your soul-mate you know. they say that when you find 'the one', you know. they say that love is the most powerful thing. they say that love is better than anything. they say that love is beautiful. they say that love can over power any emotion. they say that love keeps the heart strong. but who are 'they', and have 'they' ever been in love? have 'they' experienced love before? and how can the heart be strong after being broken? me? i believe in love, but i believe that its hard and you never know who is your 'soul mate'. i have never been in love. i have loved people, well i thought i was but never been in love. i believe that they are different, loving someone isn't as powerful as being in love.
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They say when you fall in love, there's no denying it. Falling in love is the most special thing in the world, because standing before you is the one you're meant to spend the rest of your life with. Once, I did believe that, with everything of my very being. It was incredible, undeniable as had once been said. Our wedding was so beautiful, touching some would say. I'd never seen a man cry before that day. Then things changed. I lost feeling as I became trapped, unable to pull from the web surrounding me. I would scream, yet nobody heard a thing. Cry, yet nothing changed. Fight, but I always lost. "Say you love me." I remember telling him. He would always say he did, then the beatings started again and I was back in a cycle of torment and pain. I had given up completely. Then one night, things changed. A miracle some would say, as the monster before me was no more. The car wreck had saved me. The memories and nightmares would still haunt me though. Overtime I tried to be happy, but his face, his hands, his spit, all the memories kept coming back. I never thought I'd be able to get away. I lost all belief in love and beauty. All I saw was destruction as I locked myself away from the pain waiting to creep back in. I spoke of this to nobody, and with that meant I stopped speaking all together. I shoved those who cared away, because I was scared. I'm still scared, but yet again, things changed.

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