Do I even know the meaning? or the feeling(s) of love? Have I ever been in love and mistook it for infatuation, or have been infatuated and mistook it for love? Did I miss my chance at love? How do we know we're in love? Is it when we get the funny feelings and we can't control out smile and giddiness? or is it that one moment when we sense a presence of peace and security? Who's to tell me what love is and what is not? How do I know what each feeling of emotions mean and which one is love, or is all love? Everyone has their own perception and qualifications of love. So who's to tell me what love is? or better yet, what love does? I've heard a lot of things about love. I've heard love keeps a person going, and when your hungry, it's love that keeps you from a point of starving...so when you have noone to love you, do you die from starvation of love? None of this makes sense to me..."Well...I guess you've never been in love", I was told. And to put everything on hold, to look and wait on love? I would never have a chance...
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Birth sign: Libra
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