Love can be a burden.
A weight.
When you are faced with it and you are not prepared for it, it can feel like a hand around your neck choking your freedom and sense of self.
It makes you run.
Love can be awful.
It can also liberate you and make simple pleasures like the coming together of fingers and hands, electric.
I've known both.
It can decimate and erase you.
It can fill you with joy and warmth.
Because of this,
I think it is still worth it.
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