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Love is irrational.
Love tells us that the girl who looked out her window at us was looking because of love.
It says that, even though your head tries to warn you that she's going to hurt you.
Love says that when she asks to see you, it's because your love is mutual.
Not because she's lonely and you're a placeholder.
Love says that things will always be this way,
That she will always love you like this.
Love makes you tell the truth.
Love makes you tell her things you hadn't admitted to yourself in years.
And when she asks you "What are you afraid of?"
Love makes you say "You could destroy me."
Love makes you ignore her answering silence.