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Love is the bruise on your chin, the pregnant pause between unfinished sentences, the hot chocolate which you don't drink, the nothingness of conversations, the songs that don't make sense, the friction of sandals against the sand, the crease on your face when you smile, the papercut you licked, the foam of coffee above your lips , the trail your wet shoes leave, the warmth when you walk into the sun, the strength of a promise, the cold air that brush against your cheeks, the bubblegum between your teeth, the white knuckles when you clutch your fist, the extra second in the forbidden kiss, the first button you sew, the echo of a friend's voice, your sleepy eyes and heavy lips at 3 am, the blackness of your mind, recognizing a familiar beat, speaking a foreign language, being anonymous in a different city, biting your tongue intentionally, smudged mascara and puffy eyes, smoke rings under the streetlights, finding the high in techno music which you daily despise, believing in promises which can only be broken, learning a new word, getting inked for all the right reasons,the smell of old books, the pictures you fail to capture, the inability to relate to anyone, the security under the blanket in a stormy night, missing the person you shouldn't, refreshing your facebook page, knowing you have someone's back, karaoke booths which are too tiny, taking convenience for granted, waiting all day for the call and getting it right when you stopped waiting , not caring what the world think about your new haircut, watching lovers around you, old photographs, a baby's first tooth, slamming the piano to a new piece, looking into the lover's eyes, the sound of slamming doors,the sound of whimpering apologies, getting lost in your head, the quiet violin in the background, the stranger who smiled, the shadows your hands make, folding an origami, understanding further maths, the undeserving winners, the paint you can't wash away, the broken hearts you never mend, the healing which never happens, the hurt you inflict, growing pains, the forgotten sacrifices, the last note of your favourite song.
yeah right, like i know what love is.
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