What is Love?
I used to think that love is meant to be like a fairy tale.
In a way, I think it still is.
Just maybe without a glass slipper, and the guy is not a prince.
I also used to think that it’s supposed to be all-consuming and obsessive.
In a way, maybe it is.
Just maybe in a healthy way and not a manic way.
Another thing I used to think was that love would be easy.
In a way, I think it is
You just have to find the right person.
Finding the right person is probably the hard part.
I used to think that I would know when it was right and perfect.
Maybe it is, and I just haven’t found it yet.
I don’t know exactly what love is meant to be or how you know it’s right or wrong.
How do you know?
One day, I hope I’ll know.
I hope it’ll be exactly what I thought when I was young.
I hope it sounds like that song.
I’d give up forever to touch you
I hope someone will feel like that about me one day.
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