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Love is a drug, a career, an obsession.

Love is a dream, love is a nightmare.

It’s a blessing, but can also be

a Burden,

Arguing with someone you love,

zaps the energy right out of you.

Depression is a feasible outcome to a

hungry, consuming relationship.

Somehow, people manage to be in love and have complete balance-

prioritize.

But how can that be? Love is messy, love is troubling, love is anything but…

balanced.

It keeps you in a different world,

spinning at times, slowing down at others.

Love, they say, is a “friendship on fire”

Well, I have to agree.

What is love?, Can there ever be scientific evidence of it?, Has there already been?!

Love is hurt and disappointment at its worst,

But joy and excitement at its best.

It’s a chemical reaction, that leaves a toxic, lovely, seductive, addicting

aftertaste.

Love is the “end of life as one knows it”, the opening to a new chapter-

or perhaps a few more than one.

Love is fear of falling, but confidence in who will catch you.

Love is beautiful and kind, rough and dangerous. How could anyone escape it?

The jaws of love are constantly opened, awaiting a victim to crunch down on.

I’m in Love, I am Love.

Love disguises itself differently each time, is it a woman or a man?

Love is God, I believe in

God.