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Sunday, December 13, 2009,

Love is willingness to watch someone die and let part of you suffer with him or her. Their agony becomes yours and their tears become your own. Love is when the exit door is flung wide open, it beckons you to run away from burdens and emotional upheavals, and yet you turn resolutely away.

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4:01 PM
Sunday, December 13, 2009



We lie in each other arms, cold nights we snuggle close, thinking what a relief that we have each other. We fight, we cry, we kiss and make up. But the biting words stick, and in the darkest of nights we curl up and lick our wounds. When the kisses and soothing words just don’t work anymore, what are we to do?

We all try to take more than we give, no don’t be indignant, it’s true no matter how you argue. I imagined you to be my infallible hero, someone to sweep me off my feet. I forget that you’re just like me, a victim of our own emotions. I forget that sometimes you just can’t be there for me, and I forget that you have your own battles to fight.

But most of all, I forget how hard you try.


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3:11 PM



should i tell him?

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