some say love is blind. they are wrong. love opens your eyes. you learn to care about more than yourself and you find that often, you no longer want to put yourself first. some say love is happiness. but real love goes beyond being happy. real love is when you can feel you heart breaking and you don't care. real love is feeling the pain and pushing through it. real love is not blind, nor bliss. real love is pain and beauty and danger, all wrapped into a tight little bundle called your heart. when you can feel sadness and hurt but still stand by someone without falter, that, is real, true love.
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