Love is strange. Love is hard. Love cannot be understood or measured. Or can it be? How do you know its love? How do you know that you love someone, or something? What if you can’t love? What if you have grown so used to heartache and pain, that love is an impossible thing to achieve? Or what if you love everyone you meet? Or you think you do? This was my problem. Love. Im not sure if I ever knew how to love, or even knew what love was. Im sure at some points I thought I knew, or I thought I loved, but I highly doubt it. Every girl I dated, I loved, every thing I did that I enjoyed, I loved. This can’t be love right? Or is it? I had no clue for a long time. I have been entirely lost my whole life, until now. I didn’t know if I would ever find love or if love even existed for me the way it does for others. I could feel like I can’t live without someone, but as soon as they were gone, I was okay. That wasn’t normal. That wasn’t love. How could I ...
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