
In an ideal world, love is beautiful, the kind of thing you read about in books and then wait for your entire lifetime. With the boundless fields of flowers, rolling waves on a beach, the smell of spring, kisses on cheeks, the dreamy eyes of the love interest, and the fluttering in her heart whenever he speaks her name. These ravishing portrayals of love, of a romance, lost to many, illustrate this dreamy, delicate, wistful idea of love. It seems like a fairytale when looking at it from afar, when you can watch it play out from the distance and only dream of your own one-day romance.
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But let's be realistic here; love is pain.
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Love is loving someone so much that you let them go because you can see that their heart belongs to someone else. Love is watching from afar as he kisses another girl and restraining yourself from interfering. Love is breaking yourself over and over for him because you love him so much you'd do anything to make him return your feelings. Love is feeling so very ripped apart because you know that he will never love you the way you love him.
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Love is like a rose, so perfect, and pleasant, and paradisiac when admired, an example of utter magnificence in all its entirety. At least until you handle it the wrong way; one slip of the fingers, and you acquire the pain of the thorns, deformed and ugly, a thing you wouldn't want to believe belongs to something so insanely stunning. You get so close, so tantalizingly close to something you've always wanted, the idea of something so immaculate and alluring, but before you can fully relish in the glory of it, the beauty dies, contorting into something ghastly and warped.
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Love is beauty, wonder, devotion, bliss, eternal, opaque, brutal, stressful, abrupt, intense, painful. Love is a rose, withered and wasted, sheathed in thorns, dead.
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