What is love? It is more than caring about someone.
We have difficulty describing it. But you know it when you feel it.
And you feel its absence.
When you've never truly loved, you yearn to know.
You're heart aches at the thought.
When you feel it, it consumes you.
It dominates your mind and occupies your dreams.
And once it's gone, withdrawal.
Paralyzed, crippled, traumatized.
By the sudden deprivation of the one thing you've been living for.
What is love? Everyone knows it one way or another.
Its non-existence, its bliss.
Or in the debilitating memories that remind you of the void it left,
fueling regret.
You will never know it better than when you watch as it's ripped away,

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