ForgottenKnight

My current thoughts on love (not a definition of what love is):

Love is eveything yet nothing.
Love is everywhere yet nowhere.
This world is full of contradictions. Love is suppost to be everything and everywhere, but rather it is nothing and nowhere. Where has all the love gone?

A true friend loves always.
I love always and am always a true friend, so why is it not returned? Hense, once again, where has all the love gone?

Love is as love is. It just is.

Love is letting go.

True love is loving even when it's not returned.

True love is living the moment, and never wanting the moment to end.

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