I could never warp my head around the idea of love.
For some, it was a person, a cheery memory, a reason to move forward.
But for some, it was a distand memory, a brought, a long forgotten incident.
I asked my mother ; how should i know what love trully is.
and she told me; love will never be a person.
It will never be a person. It will be the respect in your eyes and care in your heart.
It will also be the worry in your mind and pain in your head.
It will come in all your passions, sound of the laughter of your friends and glimmer of all the things you care about.
Don't cage it around the idea of a person, this is the only way it would that.
"With every sunset, a new hope is born, an old expectation dies"
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