Love is like riding on an airplane.
It either takes you to hell or happiness ,but nevertheless it takes you somewhere.
Love takes you to the airport and makes you fly away. Fly away so that you have no foundation anymore just a thin guard.
Love takes off and makes your stomach fuzzy. Love then gets you high; higher and higher till you're next to the stars. Then you stay there. You stay there for what feels like forever.
Love then wears head phones and listens only to what it wants to.
Love pays extra for the Pepsi soda even though love prefers coke. Love starts its decline towards reality.
Love lands and realizes either they are in hell or happiness.
Then, Love stays there.
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