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turningthekeys · 31-35, F
I don't know. I think everyone perceives it differently. For me, love compels me to do stuff for my favorite people. Sacrificing a part of my own comfort for their happiness. So it can make me tired. But a happy kind of tired. It's a sweet and rewarding tiredness. Love feels like the satisfaction of having had a productive day after doing things for them. Love feels like relief and good sleep. Love feels like no more nightmares. It feels like security. It feels like hope. It feels like a throbbing heartbeat. It feels like life.
If I didn't have people to love I'd have killed myself a long time ago.
If I didn't have people to love I'd have killed myself a long time ago.