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First of which is, one never falls out of love. One would simply realize that their so-called love is merely infatuation, or a form of admiration.
It can also now be said that love is built on friendship, no matter what kind. ...
My love has been given to my best friend, and forever it will stay with them. ... Love is symbiotic with grief. Though the love I have towards one being is pure and good and wholesome, it causes me pain; so much pain, and grief. Grief that I am not living life, for, true love is not fit for this world.
Approximate Word count = 459 Approximate Pages = 1.8 (250 words per page double spaced)
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