Love.
4 letters.
One syllabal. (Incorrect spelling. My bad. Wait. It looks right though . . . *shruggs*)
Some believe it's only a word.
Some say phrase.
Some think it represents the opposite. Heartbreak.
Love.
What does 'Love' mean to me?
I don't know. Maybe pain? Lust even? Damage beyond repairs. Tears. Sadness.
Problems.
Alcoholism.
Drugs.
I mean the list is never ending. Then again, Love can be powerful. It is powerful.
It can create beauty.
Life.
Happiness.
But it isn't one without the other. It's two sides of a quarter. Heads and Tails.
Love.
It's a headache with medicine.
It's a flower with a bee.
It's a piano with a broken key.
You can fix it but the damage remains like cracks on a mirror. Each one not noticable but there in the shadows.
Love is complicated.
Two sides of a coin. Double the personality. Twice the pain.
No one seems to be able to explain it but to me it's pretty self-explainatory. . . Love is . . .
Love . . .
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