" what is love? what was love for me?
it was when I believed I was the happiest person on earth if I had only him and nothing else
it was when I looked at him and felt a pain in my chest over how I would find anything more beautiful
it was when I started writing cause what he made me feel was so intense it couldn't just remain in my thoughts
it was pain, a feeling that emptied out my chest and ate me alive knowing just because I love you, it didn't entitle me to have you.
My love for you was like an ocean slowly drowning me and I was clinging to the last piece of driftwood that was my hope. "
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