"Love?"
sth i found off dotaportal, quite interesting:
What is love? When we claim that it's love that we have for someone,
are we right? Something to think about...
Do you love someone because you've been kissed?
It's not love, it's inferiority complex.
Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing and is your voice caught
within your chest?
It isn't love, it's like.
You can't keep your eyes off of them, am I right?
It isn't love, it's lust.
Do you love someone because you can't live without their touch?
It's not love, it's lust.
Are you proud and eager to show them off?
It isn't love, it's luck.
Do you want them because you know they're there?
It isn't love, it's loneliness.
Do you stay for their confessions of love, because you don't want to
hurt them?
It isn't love, it's pity.
Do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skip a beat?
It isn't love, it's infatuation.
Do you think he or she is really gorgeous?
It's not love, it's infatuation.
Do you pardon their faults because you care about them?
It isn't love, it's friendship.
Do you share everything with them?
It's not love, it's friendship.
Do you tell them that they are the only one you think of?
It's not love, it's a lie.
Are you willing to give all of your favourite things for their sake?
It isn't love, it's charity.
Would you sacrifice your own life for them?
It's not love, it's heroism.
If you love someone because you think that you shouldn't leave him
because others think that you shouldn't ...
It's not love, it's compromise.
Do you know you love them because you simply cannot live without them?
It's not love, it's dependency.
Does your heart ache and break, do you cry for their pain, even when
they're strong?
Then it's love.
Do their eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts?
Then it's love.
Would you allow them to leave you, not because they want to but
because they have to?
Then it's love.
Could you live without them, content with knowing that they are happy?
Then it's love.
oh well.. guess its sth to think about for those who can be bothered to.
What is love? When we claim that it's love that we have for someone,
are we right? Something to think about...
Do you love someone because you've been kissed?
It's not love, it's inferiority complex.
Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing and is your voice caught
within your chest?
It isn't love, it's like.
You can't keep your eyes off of them, am I right?
It isn't love, it's lust.
Do you love someone because you can't live without their touch?
It's not love, it's lust.
Are you proud and eager to show them off?
It isn't love, it's luck.
Do you want them because you know they're there?
It isn't love, it's loneliness.
Do you stay for their confessions of love, because you don't want to
hurt them?
It isn't love, it's pity.
Do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skip a beat?
It isn't love, it's infatuation.
Do you think he or she is really gorgeous?
It's not love, it's infatuation.
Do you pardon their faults because you care about them?
It isn't love, it's friendship.
Do you share everything with them?
It's not love, it's friendship.
Do you tell them that they are the only one you think of?
It's not love, it's a lie.
Are you willing to give all of your favourite things for their sake?
It isn't love, it's charity.
Would you sacrifice your own life for them?
It's not love, it's heroism.
If you love someone because you think that you shouldn't leave him
because others think that you shouldn't ...
It's not love, it's compromise.
Do you know you love them because you simply cannot live without them?
It's not love, it's dependency.
Does your heart ache and break, do you cry for their pain, even when
they're strong?
Then it's love.
Do their eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts?
Then it's love.
Would you allow them to leave you, not because they want to but
because they have to?
Then it's love.
Could you live without them, content with knowing that they are happy?
Then it's love.
oh well.. guess its sth to think about for those who can be bothered to.
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