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Jun 06, 2009 03:41

Love is a beast. Love finds a way to get inside you--by ripping your chest apart, reaching for what it wants in the center. It rips you, tears you, maims you, tortures you, and tries to roast you on the spit of your own torment. But while it does so, it cries.

Love does not want to hurt you. It is searching for something.

You know that when Love finds it, the beast will be tamed, and everything will heal stronger than before. You also know that when what Love is searching for is found--you can feel it in every fiber of your being. And you know that you never want to be without again.

Unfortunately, you cannot reason with Love. You cannot explain to Love why life is the way life is, or why you cannot give Love away... So it continues to rip and tear and claw at you.

And all you can do is weep, and hope that the future is brighter than these cold summer nights in the city, where the sound never dies and the lights never dim, where everyone seems found but you are lost, while you lay in bed and cry, dreaming that what is to come will be worth the suffering and the pain.

But through it all, you still have Love... and Love is worth fighting to keep.
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