You open up
then it's mutual
now it's mutual love.
What is it exactly?
How does it work?
What's the point of it?
One day you're in love, then the next day you're full of hate?
How is that love?
Love isn't something you plan. Yet being unorganized isn't your best.
It's full of confusions.
Is hate part of love?
Do you call hate love?
Maybe I'm curious because I've never experienced love.
Or maybe I have, but left stranded to be confused in the end.
What is love?
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can i post this on my tumblr account if you dont mind?
Hey! So sorry on getting back to you this late!
May I get your tumbler user so that I can follow you first?