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Oct 2014
I used to think love could be measured in length.
Arms stretching as far apart as possible.
The way a child says I love you thiiiis much!
I thought it could be measured in time
Forever. Eternally. Everlasting.
I thought it could be measured in depth.
Love far deeper than words. Beyond death.
I was wrong though.
REAL love cannot be measured.
Love is made out of many things.
Mainly loyalty, trust, admiration, and caring.
If one of those things goes off balance
it can be measured
And what can be measured can fade
And therefore it is no longer love
If something such as admiration
were to tip the balanced scale
It would ceases to be love that you feel
But REAL love is impossibly endless.
Infinite
in a way none of us could ever fully understand
Beautiful
Haunting
Precious
Love.
It Is unmeasurable.
Ember Evanescent
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Ember Evanescent  I live In books + my mind
(I live In books + my mind)   
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