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1:08 p.m. | August 31, 2001
love love is a terrible thing. beautiful, sweet and terrible. when you are in love, it is like things are just better. when i was at my best, my happiest, the furthest along my way to recovery, i was in love. i was going to get married. but when you end love, and frankly we had no choice and we were still in love when he moved away. it hurts like nothing else can hurt. it's physical pain, doubled over, your stomach heaving, can't stop crying, everything is black, pain. yelling, screaming, i want to be unconcious sort of pain. and yet, i want to be in love again. i want to care for someone, be cared for. what is love that makes everyone want it. what is love that can tear you into tiny little pieces that takes years to put back together. how can it make a hole inside you that leaves a scar, that is never really healed. but, you go after it anyway. even knowing this power it has. to destroy.
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