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Love can not stop us from turning into the immoral. For something so beautiful…it knows just how to turn things ugly. Love is so powerful it makes some of us believe that its really hate dwelling inside of us never to return back to that familiar feeling of comfort as before. Yet for such an undesired thing, we all just want to love, and be loved.

But, you know.. I hate talking about love. I hate the way it fills every thought in my head and creeps out through the words in my conversations that have absolutely nothing to do with it. I don’t care about love, I don’t associate myself with it, but love knows just how to tiptoe into the very underlying meaning of all that I believe is worth talking about.

Why must it do that? why does love feel so guiltless to be able to place itself on a throne so worthy of recognition…? Love is guilty, love is flawed, and love is blind. But for some reason…we all love Love.