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Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like "maybe we should be just friends" turns to a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.

I hate love. Why did your God create it?

To HURT you, that is. Poetic it may seem, yet Neil Gaiman is absolutely right. At first instance love seems to be fiction, yet later you’ll realize it’s becoming true, strangely true. Good thing I haven’t been to a point of utmost passion that unhinges even my soul.

I hate love. I hate it more than anything else in the world. How I wish it’s as easy as breathing, but I know it will never be.

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