I stared, dumbfounded. Love is an intoxication of the senses and an excuse to get hurt. Love is wanting to possess someone but at the same time, wanting them to be free and happy. Love is painful. Love is like walking through a maze blindfolded.
Wait, they don't love you like I love you.
Love is an emotion that words are inadequate to describe or maybe I am a fool who has no idea of what love is but that can't be true because I miss him the way I miss carefree childhoods, because the thought of leaving him sends a stab through my heart and hysteria through my veins so I just don't want to think about it.
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