He looks in his reflection deeply and asks "How do I know what love is?" The answer was simple he knew it at last, for love is when you wake up thinking about her, when you're asleep dreaming of her. When you see her with another and still wish that she is happy with all your soul, even if she'll never be with you so. And often love is pain, a pain, and burning desire you wish you were slain. Yet you still want it to be there, even if only to be close to her.
A blog about life, experiences, and generally anything that bugs me. Not always negative and not always positive.
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