sometimes, love hurts.
If love is so important to have that one doesn't want to lose it, why is it when we find true love we often don't notice it?
When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving oneself, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
Love involves a peculiar unfathomable combination of understanding and misunderstanding.
Love is like the truth, sometimes it prevails, sometimes it hurts.
Why is it that we don't always recognize the moment love begins, but we always recognize the moment it ends?
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