I realized that love is not something you can make people understand, unless they had already been in the exact place as you are. It’s not something that you can explain and it’s not something that you can make people see unless they have the same eyes as yours. When you know you’ve found it, you just live with it and embrace every wonderful happiness and torturous pain it has to give you. And you know what’s great when you know it’s real? It’s the feeling of assurance that whatever happens, in the end, it’s going to be worth it.
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