What Love Means to Me

Mon, 12/23/2013 - 21:46 -- svz235


Love is a very powerful force that can motivate us, makes us new, teach us things, and give us emotional comfort. It is an unforgettable experience that brings us joy and happiness, an abstract object that we cannot feel with our hands, but feel with our mind. Of course good things can come to an end and cause us emotional pain, despair, discomfort, pessimism, and possibly kill us. It leaves us wondering if love is a good thing or a bad thing. I still remember that luminous night, where the rain was in my sight. Nothing but rain and thunder was heard while reading letters from the past. I continued to read them as they brought back memories, memories of my now broken heart. They soon started bringing me all your treacheries, making me wonder about all the things that love would drive us that soon took us down a dive of vile lies. They reminded me now that our love has become an edge of reality, as if it were nothing more but a mirrors edge. Our once true love is now a mere ruse, a ruse of lingering emotions of false truths. The things you have done kept my mind spinning with thoughts about whether the two of us would ever have been one. Your ruses and mere complications is what comes back to me every time I see that artificial smile on your face, pure lies and ruses nothing more. While my story may not touch everyone’s hearts, those who can reminisce my similar experiences can share my pain and make it through this love train and someday find a better seat.


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