3. aug. 2011

About love.

I've never really believed in love.
Always thought it was stupid,
Then I met you.
And you changed everything.
You made me love you,
I fell for you.
Now I'm sitting here,
missing you,
thinking about love.
What is it really?
You cant' touch it,
hear it,
or taste it.
Only feel it.
That's why it's so hard,
why it's so twisted.
Like magic,
it's impossible to understand.
You can't describe it.
Magic doens't exist,
in our minds, maybe.
It's imagination.
Does love really exist?
Or is it only imagination?
I think it exists.
In the heart.

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