Love blooms like a flower and heals a millions hearts. Love resounds over the hollow walls of ego. Love courses through one’s veins, healing the wounds and letting go… of the doubt and self-judgement. And eventually the scabs of old wounds fall off leaving the healing work of love in its wake.
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Love > Pain 
love. well wat i think about it is that m still waiting for true love coz smone has said to me that lovre is not only which u feels for ur family or friends . it is something which is divine and which is just cant be explained but i still feel scared as i know its impossible to get