Why do we love?

[steelwingz87]

That is the only question worth answering anymore.
Why do we love?
Is it to be loved in return?
Is it altruistic?
Is it involuntary?

If I knew the answer to that I could rule the world.
If we knew the answer to that, I'm pretty sure shit would be easier.

When I am feeling blue, this cheers me up.

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This does too...

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So does this...

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and finally this...

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I need to find someone to make me forget about Danielle.
This just isn't healthy.
I need to forget about her:
                a cookie cut-out of perfection.
But it's hard to forget those that have placed such a firm stamp on our hearts.
When I fall, I fall hard.
This girl I work with, Alicia, told me that the only thing that can be found true about all women is that none of them will be understood completely. None of them are the same.

What this means to me: I'm fucked.
What this means to me: how the fuck can people get this right time and time again?
What this means to me: women piss me off.
What this means to me: help...

Seriously though...help...help...help...anyone...anyone...?