I wonder if love is when you gaze into somebody's eyes and find something there, or if it's like when you're out one night and accidentally kiss your best friend. Or, if it's like meeting someone who's really rich who's most likely to be able to bear all your expenses, or if it's like looking for the shiniest face in a wedding reception.

Or maybe it's like a person from your dreams coming to you in real life. Or maybe it's like being half-raped and liking it afterwards. Or maybe it's like going home to a soft, comfortable couch; the kind that never complained. Or, is it like how I loved my dead puppies?

Maybe it all depends on me.

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