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“To travel is to live.” -Hans Christian Andersen

Feelings

Tuesday, October 31, 2017 @ 12:01 AM

Love.

I have always wanted to believe that would be enough. But it never is, and never will be.

Love is a commitment. A promise. A hope for a future.

To love, is enabling someone to break your heart a million times over. To love, is finding yourself crying in the middle of the night, till the day breaks and till your eyes get so puffy the morning after and you can't open them well. To love, is to naively believe everything that is being said. To love, is the best and the worst emotion I have ever felt.

How can I know someone so much so well, yet feel so lost when I most need it?

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samantha t.
too tall for my own shoes

1993
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