I dont pretend to know what love is for everyone but I can tell you what it is for me;love is knowing all about someone and still wanting to be with them more than any other person,love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself,including the things you might be ashamed of,love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone,but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.Sometimes when one person is missing,the whole world seems depopulated.
Too often we don't realize what we have until it's gone,too often we are too stubborn to say,"sorry,I was wrong".Too often it seems we hurt the ones closest to our hearts and we let the most foolish things tear us apart.Its like dark chocolate.Although it always leaves you with bitter taste in your mouth,you will still be tempted to take a bite the next time around.Its heaven but can even hurt you like hell.In love I hold the passion of an Italian lover and loyalty of a Chinese wife.
To sum up love for me,its madness,when love is not madness;its not love.
Too often we don't realize what we have until it's gone,too often we are too stubborn to say,"sorry,I was wrong".Too often it seems we hurt the ones closest to our hearts and we let the most foolish things tear us apart.Its like dark chocolate.Although it always leaves you with bitter taste in your mouth,you will still be tempted to take a bite the next time around.Its heaven but can even hurt you like hell.In love I hold the passion of an Italian lover and loyalty of a Chinese wife.
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