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Published: January 31, 2010
Love is
No.
That's not right.
Love isn't something that can clearly be defined.
It's unique.
Different for everybody.
Love is...

...it's when you see them walking
On the other side of the road.
And you don't want to say "Hi!"
For fear of melting from their smile.

...it's the feeling you get
When you hug someone.
And no matter what happens,
No matter who talks,
You don't want to let go.

...it's when you search the internet or read a book,
Look up the definition for "love",
Lean back, and think:
Yes, that's how I feel.

...it's when you can't get to sleep at night
Because they spin round and round in your head.
And refuse to leave your thoughts.

Love is
No.
That's not right.
Love isn't quantifiable, defineable.
It's something that, despite all the evidence of
Pheromones, hormones, compatability,
Genetics, eugenics and chemicals
It can never be controlled
Or understood.

That's what love is
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Uhm

Yeah

Happy early Valentines? <333
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It hurt
It hurt when you left me. Hurt when you walked away. It hurt when you turned your back. and hurt when you didn't stay. It hurt when I saw you with her. Hurts when you kiss. It hurts when you're gone. hurts that You I still miss. It hurt when you looked at me. Hurts when you smile. It hurt when you wave. Hurts that I'm gonna be alone for a while. It hurt when you looked my way. Hurts to still see. It hurt when you came over. It hurt when you said your sorry to me. Hurt never goes away.
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Love Letters On the Train
Dear Stranger, I'm leaving this post-it tucked in the side of the train-seat. If you're reading this, you've seen it. I've seen you sit here every few Monday mornings, sometimes tapping a bent, unlit cigarette against your thigh, sipping from your tea (who brings a tea cup onto a train anyway?); sometimes staring at the rain outside, or reading your well-worn, beaten copy of Jane Eyre (I hate that you fold the corners down - it's bibliophilic abuse. I wish the book would papercut you to defend itself a little, but I digress). You seemed so sad this Monday morning past. Please smile again. I love it when your eyes catch the light of something
T
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The bugs whisper of your coming with their legs, As the moon hides&#151; Turning my edge of the world black&#151; I cannot see, but through the pinholes of stars. The trees rustle, Shivering as you pass&#151; Your heat removed. I hear nothing But nature rebelling against you. But then all goes silent&#151; The sea stalls, The crickets feel your vibrations&#151; Stopping them dead. The trees hover in stasis, Wishing they could uproot&#151; Travel somewhere You can&#146;t touch. I welcome your chill&#151; My bones make music enough To fill the air, My breathing&#151; A sea roar, its own. I am as aware of your presence As
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Aprilweredragon's avatar
I love it:D!

So sweet:)!
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JalessiaJ|Professional Artist
I disagree, as I am a strong supporter of only Agápe, Éros, Philia, Storge as 'love', but I digress. I'll save the rant for my Valentine's Day journal.
This is sweet =p
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Necron-cheese's avatar
I have no idea what those words mean. :meow: Apologies ~

And thank you. X3
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LittleEnky's avatar
But you love me right? D=

RIGHT?!?
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ihateyou >:I
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StarlightShadowdust's avatar
I like =] Although I may say that love is defineable to different people, but you covered that XD;; Is this what love is to you personally, or was it something more general that you wrote? =3 *curious*
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Necron-cheese's avatar
Thanks ~

To be honest, I attempted to imagine what it would be like for certain people with different perspectives. ^^; I've never really thought of what love "means" to me. ^^;
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Bahns's avatar
Well, looks like you defined it anyway. ^^; Nice work.
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Haha, I just noticed. X3
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