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Love does not begin as we seem to think it does. "He looks at her, she looks at him. Their hands touch, they see in to each others eyes. Their lips meet in a sweet kiss." This is the dream, the fantasy. For most this is far form the truth, but on the rare occasion it does happen, and you are flying from that moment on.

Love is a battle, you struggle to find your ground. Struggle to steady yourself, you're pulled at from every side. Some times pushed even. Love is a war. If you've let it into your heart you'll be lucky if you'll ever see it leave. Once it's in there, you've got a troubled heart. Second guessing becomes your ground, worrying, reasoning.



Love does not begin as we seem to think, nor does it end that way. Hope. Hope is devastated by the truth of life, by reality; love is growing up. Begins with infatuation, develops to love if you are that lucky. To bad it's not synchronized