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LOVE I always pictured love to be this thing that was gonna sweep me off my feet forever and I would forever be in love with love. That was where I had love ed up. See love was a she was mean she was evil but she was also passionate at times she kept me guessing. Love had blindside me, I'd never thought I'd find her so young and for a short time I did. Man when I tell you she hit me hard, Pennsylvania winter days hard and I loved love at that point or so I thought...... did I fall so hard inlove with love because I felt I needed to? Or was it a want. That's where I went wrong I had no idea. I just knew I wanted that tv show love that rarely ended. It wasn't till much later I decided I hated love. I hated the way that love made me feel. I had become insecure, cold and lost. There was no more love left. There was no hope I'd ever get to know her again. that kind of pain can make a person go crazy. Was I crazy? That million dollar question we tend to ask ourselves. Bur damn was I crazy to refuse love? I removed her from my mental completely. she had broke me so easily and for so long she made me into a person i no longer recognized. I finally decided I would give her one last chance. But Would she still be that same evil I got so good at avoiding? She came back unexpectedly but I wasn't surprised I was ready to welcome her this time, and man did she get her together, this love was strong she was smart, she was honest & sweet she was slow but fast she was beautiful. She swept me off my feet. She taught me to just let her love flow and it flows thur my heart, my veins, my words. She taught me my worth ,she showed me I am in control & she found her home , love had found it's way back and I am once again. inlove with Love.

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