Love does not follow any rules or regulations in pre-established cleverly worded documents that twist and lessen its meaning. Love only fades if it’s not love, if it’s ever flickered or wavered then it’s not real. If it never once has failed nor faltered then what you’ve got my friend is love. It would appear that I have love, and now I can be happy because love and harsh reality don’t play on the same teams. Love plays on the team of hopes and dreams and everything good while reality lingers on death, despair and chaos. My eyes turned from chaos to love at the moment I hit the bottom.

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