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It was like, waiting for a bus to pass by you, holding an ice until it melts on your hand. It was like, saving a random stranger and not asking for anything in return. It was like, getting a tattoo to satisfy your wants even if you know it will hurt so much. That's Love.
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 6:56 AM UTC
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It was like, waiting for a bus to pass by you, holding an ice until it melts on your hand. It was like, saving a random stranger and not asking for anything in return. It was like, getting a tattoo to satisfy your wants even if you know it will hurt so much. That's Love.
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Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 6:56 AM UTC
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