Love is a word that cannot be defined in a book or dictionary or anything. Every individual has his or her own definition for this word. Some people tell you it’s beautiful, other tell you you’d never want to experience it. Some people feel they know everything there is to know on the word, and others are in the dark to it. Those who are weak will fall victim to this feeling while those strong won’t be moved.

I have my own definition, with time it will grow but for now this it what I know.

Love can be a creator and a destroyer. It will bring you to the highest high and then to the lowest low. It’s brought me to both I believe. When you feel you love someone it’s a rush like nothing else, sometimes they even feel like a drug to you, you have them once and you cant stop coming back for more until eventually it can kill you, figuratively speaking. But sometimes it won’t kill you, and in those instances life is beautiful and pure bliss.

Sometimes though love can make you sick, you can be brought to your weakest point and feel nothing but pain, maybe even become somewhat sick and puke so you can’t eat so you starve so you feel hopeless. The person you love, you feel you’d do anything for them, make them happy with all your power, sometimes not even caring if they love you back. Deep down you do, and it’s a decaying feeling. You just want them, you wish you could call them yours, because for some reason it seems like you should be saying that. And honestly you could care less how pathetic you look.

That’s how I feel I suppose huh?

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Dear Kendall Elizabeth Johnson, I'm fucking in love with you don't you see it?