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IS LOVE REAL?


It takes years of mistakes to learn what is love. Often, incomplete people fall in love because of a deep unknown desire to fill the void in their hearts, not knowing it is not the person who they love, but merely a manifestation of that deep void hole, crying to be filled.
"Do you miss him at the most happy and fulfilling times of your life? Just because you miss him when the world is quiet and you feel alone doesn't mean you love him. You will miss anyone when you're lonely. It's when your life is going great and you still feel that ache in your heart because he isn't there to see the genuine smile on your face and happiness in your life."
To know if one is ready and complete of loving, is recognizing the moment when do you miss him/her the most. Perhaps not only for boy-girl relationships, but friendships as well.
"When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us." — Helen Keller
I can sense new doors opening as I struggle to move, struggle to not look at the old closed doors. Sometimes, we're confused about doors, but let's remember that,
God will not take anything away from you, without giving you something else so much better

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