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Girl: How much do you love me?
Boy: Look up at the sky.
Girl: Stop changing the subject!
Boy: Just look.
(Girl looks up to the sky.)
Girl: What am I doing?
Boy: Tell me how many stars are in the sky.
Girl: That’s impossible.
Boy: So is explaining my love for you.

Girl: What do you want to be when you grow up?
Boy: Your husband.

You might think moving on is the right choice but if you are missing what you had that means you’re not ready for a change yet.. because if you have thoughts of regret toward the one you once loved there is no point of trying to forget because in the end you will always be thinking of what could have been.

I’m the type of person, who likes to keep everything bottled up. I’m not the type to just break down in front of everyone. I like to put on a fake smile to let everyone know the person outside is smiling, while the person inside is hurting. Then, when I’m finally alone, that’s when I can let everything out. Explaining myself is just too hard, I’d rather be alone and cry, rather than explaining myself while crying.

What is Love?
Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing, and is your voice caught within your chest?
It isn't love, it's like.
You can't keep your eyes or hands off them, am I right?
It isn't love, it's lust.
Are you proud and eager to show them off?
It isn't love, it's pride.
Do you want them because you know they're there?
It isn't love, it's loneliness.
Are you there because it's what everyone wants?
It isn't love, it's loyalty.
Are you there because they kissed you, or held your hand?
It isn't love, it's low confidence.
Do you stay for their confessions of love, because you don't want to hurt them?
It isn't love, it's pity.
Do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skip a beat?
It isn't love, it's infatuation.
Do you pardon their faults because you care about them?
It isn't love, it's friendship.
Do you tell them everyday that they are the only one you think of?
It isn't love, it's a lie.
Are you willing to give all of your favourite things for their sake?
It isn't love, it's charity.
Does your heart ache and break when they are sad?
Then, it's love.
Do you cry for their pain, even when they are strong?
Then, it's love.
Do their eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts?
Then, it's love.
Do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and relation pulls you close and holds you there?
Then, it's love.
Do you accept their faults because they're a part of who they are?
Then it's love.
Are you attracted to others, but stay with them faithfully without regret?
Then, it's love.
Would you give them your heart, your life, your death?
Think about it for a second.