Love and roses

I finally grew up and realized that

love is not roses and chocolates.

It is not yellow and happiness.

Love is wanting.

That desire to be wanted again.

Love is the thorns on the roses.

You tear yourself apart so that they'll love you unconditionally.

Love is the tummy ache of the chocolates.

But you're addicted so you get more.

Love is the sun and the moon.

The sun he hides himself away everyday,

so that the moon can be free.

That is love.

Letting somebody you love be free,

even if it kills you everyday.

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