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It no longer describes how I feel about you. It's more than love because love is overused. It's thrown around. It's beaten. It has a bad reputation. I could say, "I love you," and that could mean a million things. So instead, I say, "What are you doing Friday?" and "How was your day?" I say, "Do you need new shoes? I see the holes in them," and "Your mom called to see how you're doing". I do not say, "I love you," because I don't. I don't know what I feel, but I can tell you that it's so much more than love.
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Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 3:57 PM UTC
Love
It no longer describes how I feel about you. It's more than love because love is overused. It's thrown around. It's beaten. It has a bad reputation. I could say, "I love you," and that could mean a million things. So instead, I say, "What are you doing Friday?" and "How was your day?" I say, "Do you need new shoes? I see the holes in them," and "Your mom called to see how you're doing". I do not say, "I love you," because I don't. I don't know what I feel, but I can tell you that it's so much more than love.
oaklee-ohmie
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Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 3:57 PM UTC
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