Again and again, love hurts. Yet again and again we fall for the magic, for the attraction, for the dream, for the game, for the pleasure… we let ourselves cought up in it. Pure chemistry, or pure passion. Deny it, or embrace it. Too soon, or too late. It doesn’t last, or it lasts for a life time.
Why does love hurt, when we’ve had it all figured out?
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