Love is an illusion that lets you believe that you have a chance with someone, then rips out your heart and squeezes it to death, then stabs you in the back a thousands times.Then when you think that is all the suffering you go through, love comes back and kicks you in your stomach a hundred times, then leaves you forever. Now imagine a really cute puppy, now imagine that same puppy viciously attacking you to death. That puppy was love and that’s what happens when you trust love. Don’t trust love because it is designed to make you suffer.
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