Love is the hardest thing to describe, easiest thing felt, most wanted, fragile, life-changing phenomenon. It seems to be easier to give than receive. It can be expressed in so many ways but we find it in all the wrong places. Why does it seem we want it to be difficult, we want it to be laced in tragedy before it's worthy of us. Why do have this ever constant need to define our own path to our heart.

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