Monday, December 21, 2009

Art of love.

Love is what makes us go, love is what makes us stop. We're born through love. Love is what keeps us going, and we only stop when we've found love. Love is hard to find, love is blind, love is pain, love is happiness, love is what we dont know. Love is a car crash. We all fall in love.

Love is like a refined glass, reflective and whole. But once broken, hard to find the pieces that fit. We get missing pieces, broken pieces, big pieces, small pieces. Love is solving a puzzle.

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