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Love is putting the other person's happiness before your's.
Love is hurting yourself, your feelings, to make them happy.
Love is the ability to justify something you hated by saying "they liked it".
Love is the want to do random things for the person.
Love is small suprises and romantic notions.
Love is affection.
Love is kisses and love is hugs.
Love is want.
Love is what you know when you get.
Love is the thing that can make you happiest
Love is the thing that can hurt you most.
Love is laughing;
Love is spending time with the person talking about one thing.
Love is when you think that the person's foibles make them human..
Love is when you agree.
Love is what makes you feel good about yourself.
Love is felt to who you can tell everything to
Love is known when you don't think twice.
Love is secrets and in-jokes and friendship.
Love is what I feel for you.
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What the fuck was I on!?
No wonder I screwed myself up, thinking like that.
Love isn't really something which can be defined. Especially like that. What would be much, much better, is finding someone who helps you out when you need it and lets you be yourself. Someone you enjoy taking care of if they need it, but someone who'll take care of you too. Stuff like that. Not the utter bollocks I appear to have believed a couple of years ago. Blimey.
(I may have become less insightful over the years..)
