when can a person tell that its love? Is it that bad punch in the gut one fine morning or is it the slow and steady deterioration of the kindle of hope . Anyway, its basically this bad and sucky form of shock that comes to you as a reminder that you are practically screwed for the rest of your life. Some people say that it can happen only once and practically last for the entire lifetime. But I think its the first time that hurts the most. The first sight would keep appearing in front of your eyes everytime you shut them, the first smile that would invariably succeed in making you shed atleast one drop of tear down the cheek always you get reminded of anything. most people believe that true love is rare but not nonexistent. They believe that in a lifetime at some or other point, we are bound to find our missing halves, and when we do its so real and so overwhelming that it engulfs entire of your thoughts and you tend to do all the crazy stupid things being tagged so by so-called people in love.
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