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Accessories- that love doesn't know.

Close your eyes and imagine. If you were to die this minute, whose voice would you want to listen to? Who would you want to see, and who would you want to take your last breath around?

Is it your teacher? You trust her with all the knowledge in the world, don't you? Is it your maid, who you so reluctantly hand over the keys to your home? Or is it the cab-service that you trust with all your travel?

Almost all your relations in the world are based on contingencies. But someone you love? Not at all.

You can love a person and want to be with them even without these contingencies. Betrayal, trust, looks, persona, any words you name, stand meaningless against one. Love.

Talk about trust and having your family members get up to check if they have the television remote? Truly, you love people you trust.

What aches is, that people don't understand that these contingencies are nothing but accessories, accessories that love doesn't know.

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