I Still Feel the Same Way About You... Like the First Time.

Hold Me Closer.

Ironing the Misfits.

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Bed-wrecked.

How An Embrace, A Kiss, Could Heal.

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The Manual of Loving.

How to Love

Love is a strange thing. It can be the most amazing feeling in the world, or it can really hurt, but in the end love is something most, if not all of us, will face. While there are many different ways to define love and there are many different ways to love someone (even yourself), here is a general guide to loving.

STEPS.

1. Say it. When you say the words "I Love You", they should carry with them the desire to show someone that you love them, not what you simply want to feel. When you say it make sure you really mean it and are willing to do anything for that special person.
2. Empathize. Put yourself in someone else's shoes. Rather than impose your own expectations or attempt to control them, try to understand how they feel, where they come from, and who they are. Realize how they could also love you back just as well.
3. Love unconditionally. If you cannot love another person without attaching stipulations, then it is not love at all, but deep-seated opportunism (one who makes the most of an advantage, often unmindful of others). If your interest is not in the other person as such, but rather in how that person can enhance your experience of life, then it is not unconditional. If you have no intention of improving that person’s life, or allowing that person to be themselves and accepting them as they are, and not who you want them to be, then you are not striving to love them unconditionally.
4. Expect nothing in return. That doesn't mean you should allow someone to mistreat or undervalue you. It means that giving love does not guarantee receiving love. Try loving just for the sake of love. Realize that someone may have a different way of showing his or her love for you; do not expect to be loved back in exactly the same way.
5. Realize it can be lost. If you realize that you can lose the one you love, then you have a greater appreciation of what you have. Think how lucky you are to have someone to love. Don't make an idol of the person you love. This will place them under undue pressure and will likely result in you losing them.

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Kissing Booth.

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A Love Affair.

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'Cause love took her hand like a thief
took her heart like a robber
and the feelings that scare her
become her relief
~Copeland, Love Affair

A Love Like HOURS.

Getting better, on your feet
Take a look, kept in deceit
A love like ours will never die

Break my bonds, break my back
Not a lot to break apart
A love like ours will never die
A love like ours will never die

Break my bonds and break my back
Not a lot to [break] apart
A love like ours will never die
A love like ours will never die

Getting better, on your knees
Three times blind, could not please
A love like ours will never die
A love like ours will never die
A love like ours will never die

~Elastica, A Love Like Ours

Carry on Loving.

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Walk With Me.

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I wrote a poem for he who would never write for me.
In honor of our friendship and it's long lost memory.
Summoned every ounce of spirit and released it through my pen.
Got lost between the lines over and over again.
But when I tried to read it, I stuttered every word.
And I fear that it's because it was absurd
that I would try and still fail miserably
to write a poem for he who would never write for me.

I painted a portrait of he who would never paint of me.
Put my emotions into colors however bleak they seemed to be.
All except those bright brown eyes that just don't look at me the same.
I blended every shade of gray and sealed it with my name.
But when I put it on display it lacked that final touch.
And I fear that it's because it would hurt me just too much
to paint a countenance so weary when it never used to be.
Before I painted the portrait of he who will never paint of me.

I sang a song for he who would never sing for me.
Took the music from my soul and composed a symphony.
Perfected every note to call for him bu name.
To serenade his heavy heart instead to cause it pain.
But when I stood up to perform the tune projected bittersweetly.
And I fear that it's because he'll never understand completely
the meaning hidden deep within the casual melody
of a song I sang for he who would never sing to me.

I cried a tear for he who will never cry for me.
For every time we spent just sitting next to our special tree.
For the way I'll spend my sleepless nights in absolute despair.
Forever reaching out for him when I know he isn't there.
But sometimes I still imagine him near, even though I know.
And I fear that it's because I just can't bare to let him go.
So I'm doomed to spend my life in a broken fantasy
Thinking and dreaming of he who has long forgotten me...

There is No Greater Thrill Than What You Bring To Me.

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LOVE.

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From H to U #5

Dear U,

Once today, I caught a familiar scent in a room. It was a sweet, something with faint strains of baby powder, fresh, linen-like scent. I knew then it was you.

How do I know such?It seemed like I already memorized your scent. It's the kind I want to be near with and the more I breathe it, the more I want to get closer. And when the day turns to night, when you're not around, I let myself drift into a dream. I don't even need to look at you or seek your face. Strange. But your scent follows me through. Then again, I knew it was you.

I could write thousands of things about you. But I'm just the girl behind the curatin, behind the books, sitting near the walls of the corridors that you unnoticingly pass. Then again I would catch a scent, something that would tug an achingly familiar feeling in my heart...that sweet, fresh, linen-like smell. THen I knew it was you.

Til the breeze brings you once more to me...

H

Take Me Away, My Love.

When I Feel You Smile When We Kiss.

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Love Isn’t About The Romantic Nights Or Gifts.

“It isn’t about fireworks going off around you when you have that first real kiss. Love isn’t about kissing in the rain and dancing beneath the stars. It isn’t about the big moments or the big surprises. Love is not a fairytale. Love is about still having the butterflies after years. It’s about the second looks and laying in bed wide awake, all night, because you can’t go to sleep mad at each other. It’s about being willing to sacrifice, literally, everything for someone, just because you care so deeply for them. It’s not about buying them gifts, but it’s about leaving them little presents here and there, just to remind them that you are constantly thinking about them. Love is about all of the little things, that add up to really big things. Love is rare and special, but should not be treated as if it will break. Love needs to be thrown around and beat up a little bit, worn in, but not worn down. Love needs to be a comfortable feeling, a place to go when no one else in the world can relate. A safe place, where you know that no matter how ugly you look or how angry you are, you will still be loved. ”

— Kate

Fight Over.

the beginning of a last dance.

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love passing by.

all that you are,
all that you have,
all that you give
~The Cinematic Orchestra, All That You give