To love is to risk.
To risk your life on a feeling.
To rely on your senses, your feelings, to direct what move to make;
how to make something yours.
That something is the obsession that plagues your mind even after it has been captured.
Even when you know it's yours.
You would do anything, whatever it takes to keep it
and do whatever it takes to make sure it does not feel one ounce of pain.
That is love.

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