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someone once asked me, "what is love?"
i told him, "i don't know."
you cannot touch it, you cannot feel it, you cannot grasp it, you can barely understand it.
so what is it that makes it what everyone wants?
it hits you before you know it, it spins you around its little finger, its the long walks by the beach, suprising fireworks in the sky, its the kiss you share with someone else, its the snacks that you feed each other, its the smile that you want to see everyday.
its the unexplainable numbing pain that you have, the nagging loneliness, the silent tears, the occasional hate, the unanswered questions, the hand you'll never hold again, the voice that will never call your name the same way again.
its the sudden urge to cry at everything and nothing at all, because when you feel all these, you know you're truly, alive.
love is unpredictable. you never know what it will give you, what it will take away from you.
until now, i'd still say "i don't know."