Love
Love is a sweet thing. The kind of thing that warms your heart and lights up your brain. All of a sudden, all the body is affected. We only think of our person, this person. Our hands dream of meeting theirs. Their smell immerse us in a kind of peaceful transe where nothing matters. We see them and it’s like nothing else around was worth to be seen. Their voice rock us just like when mom used to sing us to sleep. Our heart races as soon as we deign to think about this person. Our cheeks are blushing the second we interact with them. Love is pretty, but love is cruel. In a fraction of a second, we can be broken. We get our back stabbed with a knife, a knife that leaves a big open wound. Trusting someone is hard, falling in love again even more.
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Love is a violent thing. It takes our hand without asking for permission. It makes us believe we’re friends, but it manipulates us and makes us suffer. It makes us feel things we wouldnt want to feel. It makes us live things we wouldn’t want to live. Love is vicious, love is painful. We let it hurt us again and again. No matter what we do, it’ll come back, stronger every time. It’s how it is, we can’t do anything about it.
Love has no mercy, but love is so beautiful. We would let it hurt us time after time, in the only hope that one day, love will stop tearing off our flower buds and that one day, it will make us bloom. Love, it’s not only love. Love is sadness, anger, joy, happy moments, dark moments, but mainly, it’s hope. Love is unique, because love is two lifes brought together, which with the two of them, become one.
“Love hurts and that’s what makes it so special”
Nelly
