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Love is such a timid notion. Soft and sweet, it begins in the blink of an eye. A shy wave, a short span of eye-contact, a smile. Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face. Like the bloom of a flower. Absolute Beauty. Like flowers, Love has the ability to die. You will not know how it will happen, or when. It could end with the death of a loved one, and the mortal need to move on out of the impending depression that ensues. It could end with a scandal, with quiet tears in the girl's bathroom between class periods. It's taking everything in me just to forget your sweater so far. Occasionally, Love is true... and meant to last for all eternity. This kind of love should not be wasted. It should be held on to, tightly enough to be unable to slip away, yet loosely enough so that it does not soffocate. Do I have to spell it out for you? Or scream it in your face? Oh the chemistry between us True love, real, fairytale, to death do us part love, is once in a lifetime. A single chance for a soul-mate, for that "once upon a time" to become a "happily ever after." It cannot die, and it is eternally patient. Love is worth waiting for. Wait for me.
xxzahraaxx added this comment 2011-09-17 22:11:14-05:00
i almost cried, seriously, in the beginning *quiet tears in the bathroom*, thats a killer
aroidsoccer14 added this comment 2011-01-14 21:54:39-06:00
THAT IS SO TRUE!!!!! I LOVE IT!
xxzahraaxx added this comment 2011-09-17 22:11:14-05:00
i almost cried, seriously, in the beginning *quiet tears in the bathroom*, thats a killer
aroidsoccer14 added this comment 2011-01-14 21:54:39-06:00
THAT IS SO TRUE!!!!! I LOVE IT!