People usually blame love (the feeling himself) for all the suffering they're subjected to. But when my head is in the place, and I'm calm enough to think carefully, I don't see love like the bad-ass feeling...
And why? Because the people in the relationship are the ones that hurt us. It's people, as usual, who hurt the beloved one's.
When in love, we can feel thing with such a huge intensity, that the cold becomes colder, and hot burns. The light breeze that blows in your face becomes pleasing to the touch of your cheeks so red and hot just by the tought of your beloved one. Your face hurts because you smile all the time, and you can swear you're the happiest person on the world. If he/she smiles you back, you preservethat memory as your most precious treasure. Oh, what of small things is made happiness...
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