Love

love

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a word known by some yet strange to others.

a word that is safe for some yet confusing for others.

a word that may look inviting but doesn't always mean that it is the only answer. 

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love

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Love is a two-way street.

a path which gives way to multiple forks in the road, to test your loyalty.

a journey that only strengthens you but at the same time may also break every single bone inside you.

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love

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Love is everything yet nothing.

Love is just a word.

it contains the yearn, the want, the eagerness.

it contains all emotions restricted in four letters.

it puts across years of adoration simply put.

it's overrated.

for love cannot stand in the way of tucking your loved one into bed.

“love” cannot amount to the feeling of having someone play with your hair when your stressed.

“Love” cannot amount to the emotions of seeing your soulmate first thing in the morning with their bed head.

it doesn't put across the yearn for a connection deeper than physical, a spiritual one, an emotional one, a mental one. 

Having a nice cup of coffee with your partner is love but dancing with them under the clear sky painted with the stars like multiple chandeliers, the world your ballroom, is not love.

It's much more than love.

its feeling complete after being torn to pieces, it feels being torn to pieces only to be put back together again, gently, carefully, lovingly.

It feels like finally believing in love after only having heard it.

It feels as if finally understanding the word and then realizing it is not enough.

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MYNA

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