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Dec 2013
We set the standards for love too high.
Love has no standards,
no boundaries,
no prerequisites.
Love is more than an emotion,
to love is a lifestyle.
To love is not a choice.
It is an involuntary feeling.
It comes and goes as it pleases.
It can bring out the best in us,
and the worst.
Love can create,
love can destroy,
and love can ****.
We know nothing before love,
we are numb and blinded by the euphoria of false love.
It's not till you love when you realize this.
It is not till you love and lose,
that you realize,
you loved the person.
Not their eyes,
not their face,
not the memories you can't erase.
You loved the person,
the little things you didn't account for,
and you didn't care if they were perfect or not...

because they were perfect to you.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Written by
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  25/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(25/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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