Love Mystery

 I have so many questions running in my head!

I need answers but I have no one to ask

Is it I have no one to ask or maybe I do not believe the answers I get?

Why is it every time it is different, but the happiness it brings is the same?

They say Google has answers for everything

I googled but I did not get satisfaction

I want to know how and why it is still called  'love'  even if it feels different from the love I know

I have thought about it, tried to avoid it, but I always end up in it or writing about it

I need an expert yet I do not believe he or she exists

Some say love hurts, but why does it feel so damn good for me

Some say it is hard, then why do I easily find love

Some say it is passionate, I would say it is unpredictable

I could go on and on with the differences and the misunderstandings

But seriously what is Love?




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