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Monday, December 12, 2011

Love.

Love can never be fully defined. Sometimes you just meet a person and they take your breath away, and no matter how much you try that feeling never goes away. It's sickening and maddening. Your reason tells you that's there is no chance, that love is a chemical reaction in the brain, that if by some off chance that maybe, they would even listen to the stammering words that come out of your mouth; and not think your crazy, who says that they won't hurt you. Won't decimate your heart like the rest. Who says that you even deserve to call it love; the most fragile of all words, yet the most empowering? You do. Love is irrational. Love is what you make it.
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