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This word "love" - people throw it around too easily. We use it ten times on any given day for the silliest things and we forget what it's really about. I think that's why we're so quick to say those words to the people we're with; we aren't scared because it's portrayed as simple and essential throughout the world. When you think about it, it makes sense that we embrace this idea of loving each other. It's been twisted and warped to fit so many situations and marketing strategies that most of us don't even know what it means. It's in the movies, on our clothes, the subject of books, and on the tip of our tongues at the mere mention of a song or new pair of shoes.
But truly understanding love - in the romantic sense of the word - only comes after a long period of telling yourself you feel it. You can spend months with butterflies and an overwhelming sense of euphoria pumping through your veins, but you never really understand it until it starts hurting; when you start speaking less, forget to hold each others' hand, lose the butterflies. That, and the realisation that you'll never get that feeling back almost hurts too much to stay. Love is feeling that way, and then catching a moment with them that makes it more than worth the pain.
I think you only discover just how much it means when it's taken away; love is a great deal more noticeable when you don't have it. It doesn't matter if it was by choice or by nature, nothing in the world can match that depth of misery; when you lose someone you treasured, and the world is riddled with empty, painful reminders at every turn.
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