I sit and think about love sometimes. What love is. How to define love. How love feels.
I sit and I think and I think and I think.
What if it's not "love"? What if I'm just a doormat?
A fine line, yes; who defines the line?
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love to me, is putting other's before yourself. so much so that you give other's the ability to hurt you but at the same time, hoping that they wouldn't.
...... in any kind of relationship we must always prepare for the worst,and at the same time hoping for the best, meaning we have to prepare ourselves to whatever happen in our life..
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