Fine, I guess I'll be the first to comment on this seriously. I always told people that they would never know love early on in life, it was something meant for later on. But I can honestly say I know what it means to me now...
Love is being with someone and:
it's never too hot outside
it's never too cold inside
it's never a bad day
it's never a wasted time
it's always the greatest moment of your life
it's always pure bliss
it's always clear thinking of nothing but them
it's being able to look at them and forget every worry you have
if you had to lose that someone or pierce your own throat with a rusted blade, the knife would already be half-in without thinking.
those are just rough idea's of how i feel. not even close to everything, merely a scraping of the surface...
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