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I know what love is.
Love is the agony that makes us numb. Yet heightens our every sensation.
Love is not only accepting the flaws of the other, but embracing them.
Love is noticing the most minute that, the other might not even be aware of.
Love is a smell.
A color.
A laughter.
A smile.
Love is expression. Love is insatiable. Love drives us crazy. Love drives us to the edge. To the extreme.
To happiness.
To depression.
It is the reason to live.
The reason to die.
It is what kills us inside.
It's madness.
It's the core of humanity.
A song
a melody-string of notes.
It's what keeps us up at night.
It's what makes the adult cry like a child.
It's what makes us laugh when we're alone.
It's the memory of our existance.
It's fading truth.
And the transient completion of the being.
Vulnerability at its max.
It's exhausting.
It's energizing.
It's one-sided or mutual.
It's what makes us sacrifice ourselves for the other.
It's what blind us.
It's what makes us better people.
It's what makes us worse people.
But for me, it's simply killing me. Sucking the life out of me like a damn disease.
At the end of the day, that's all it is.
Guess they call it lovesick for a reason.
Love is the agony that makes us numb. Yet heightens our every sensation.
Love is not only accepting the flaws of the other, but embracing them.
Love is noticing the most minute that, the other might not even be aware of.
Love is a smell.
A color.
A laughter.
A smile.
Love is expression. Love is insatiable. Love drives us crazy. Love drives us to the edge. To the extreme.
To happiness.
To depression.
It is the reason to live.
The reason to die.
It is what kills us inside.
It's madness.
It's the core of humanity.
A song
a melody-string of notes.
It's what keeps us up at night.
It's what makes the adult cry like a child.
It's what makes us laugh when we're alone.
It's the memory of our existance.
It's fading truth.
And the transient completion of the being.
Vulnerability at its max.
It's exhausting.
It's energizing.
It's one-sided or mutual.
It's what makes us sacrifice ourselves for the other.
It's what blind us.
It's what makes us better people.
It's what makes us worse people.
But for me, it's simply killing me. Sucking the life out of me like a damn disease.
At the end of the day, that's all it is.
Guess they call it lovesick for a reason.