WITH EYES OPEN.

Love. What is love? Us human beings always either believe we have found love or fail to notice when it is underneath our noses. I’ve felt as though I have been in love twice in my life… but now I look back. And was it really love? How could I ever really know, right? I think to myself, “Would I kill for this person? Die for this person? Put them before myself?” And I know that the answer is no. How could I do such a thing for someone who is not worthy of such acts? And then I know that it was never love. Because love is when that person is worth all in the world… when they treat you the way you wish to be treated and make you feel like you’re on top of the world. If they don’t make you feel good, how could that be love? Sure, maybe you’re in love with them. But they aren’t in love with you.. so how could it be love? On your part it is, but love is a two-way thing. It’s a mutual connection. So I’ve never had love. I’ve been in love, and fallen out. You might think that it’s not possible but it is… I’ve fallen in love but never had love. Those two guys will always have a certain part of me.. my heart? It’s not whole. They each got their piece of it. But, I’m still waiting for that person who will give me a piece of theirs to fix these damage done to mine… <3

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