Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Love
It feels so... good. It's not strange, or odd, or wierd; it feels good. But love itself can scramble around minds; twisting every fact and changing each detail of your love, that soon enough, love envelops your life. When a heart is broken by love, it can't be mended. It leaves scar behind; reminding you of the day you foolishly gave in to love. I love love, and yet, I hate it as much. Does love have to be so complicated??
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if you still "love" after you've lost then the former "love" cannot be considered as "love" :).
ReplyDeletebtw separate your writing by incohesive paragraphs :D
i can read it better then :D