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Fallacy

To say that one has moved on is not so simple, for you haven't really experienced love if you could give up on another chance with the person without blinking even once.

Love is everything. It's about you, about the person you love. It's about your feelings, about their feelings. It's insecurity, and yet it's the one place where you feel secure. It's something that makes you feel you have right over them, and yet you feel like you belong to them.
Sometimes it's about vulnerability. Sometimes it is pure strength.

To say that you would give up your chance at having that with the person you love is not just stupid, it means you never understood what it is.

Love is so much more than just words or actions and yet is a mere feeling.

Because that is what love is, nothing you can just fathom. Merely feel.

Love may not be something you know about or can understand, and even when it has aspects that you cannot deem certain, the only certainty that can ever be associated with love is the fact that it's about giving.
For, your broken soul knows it cannot withstand more, but will never refuse to give. And that's when you know you've felt love.

For those who say they wouldn't know what they'll do if they had a shot with the love of their life again, they aren't confused.
They either don't know themselves, or have never felt what love is.

Because, solemn is the mind that reads, but blessed is the one that doesn't have to.

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