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Love: On contrary to its definition
1 month ago · · heartbreak,
And if someone asks me -- What is love?
Love is heartbreak. Love is feeling at home, but the home tore apart. Love is crying, screaming, begging not to be left alone, but feeling your heart die a lit bit every day.
Love is knowing one person, forever, knowing their little quirks, knowing them better than you know yourself -- but love, in its glorious self, is dark. Love takes, and it doesn't give back.
Love is losing yourself, and feeling your heart shatter into a million pieces. Love is knowing you'll never be enough. Love is missing one person, knowing it'll never be the same again. Knowing you'll never be the same again.
Love is a tragedy; painful till you know nothing but grief. Love is feeling at home until you're thrown out, and left to fend for yourself. Love is misery.
Love, as glorious as it is, is heartbreak.