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Love

This thing we call love... what is it really?

It always seems to appear right when you need it the most.

Or actually, right after you needed it the most.

When you finally feel fine and when you have collected all the pieces from your broken heart and glued them back together.

When everything is finally starting to get back to normal.

When you have stopped looking for that special someone to fill the emptiness in your heart that the previous special someone left behind.

It never comes when you need it, it always comes too late. Nevertheless, you are always happy that it came.

One thing is certain, love is always around the corner, but you can’t see it if you’re looking for it.

You can’t see it if you need it, but rest for sure that it will see you when you think you don’t need it.

It will change your life.

Love will bring happiness and joy, but most importantly it will bring pain and sorrow.

You will lose yourself.

You will realize that your life isn’t your life anymore, your life doesn’t exist.

You will lose control over yourself.

You will realize that you eat, sleep and breathe for the one you love.

You will realize that the one you love is your everything and without that person you are nothing.

You will get hurt.

You will cry.

You will die.

That is love.

Actually, no it's not.




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Publicerad 2011-01-07 11:32



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  Eaglemountains VIP
Vacker och sann!
2011-01-10

  Ninananonia VIP
Underbar dikt om kärlek :)
Kärleken har många ansikten.
2011-01-07

    Lejla Huseinovic
pretty välskrivet :)
2011-01-07
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