Ok, honestly, what is love? Is it that feeling you get when you see that someone, like you're floating on cloud ninety-nine? Or is it that feeling you get when you're apart, like you're dying inside? Or is it just a word?
What exactly is love?
Is it an unjust word used to justify an indescribable feeling? Or is it an mirage, beautiful yet fleeting?
What is love? Is it easily attained or do you waste your life searching for something that doesn't exist? Or is it in front of you, waiting for you to find it?
in the immortal words of my bf Cindee
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