What's there to write about love? Aren't we all still searching for the answer to that million-dollar question? Through every song, every book, every story that has ever been told, we are looking for a glimpse of what love really is.
Is there a precise meaning of love? A perfect description of it? Anything? Because as much as I know, which is just as little, love is not all black and white, I suppose mostly 80 percent of if made up of grey matter. How do you describe something that most of us are still figuring out?
Perhaps it is not supposed to be written, it is supposed to be felt. So intricate you can’t even find a word to do it justice. And perhaps, there is really no word at all that can express how it really feels.
For day 21, this is what I write about love.
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