Ironic...
Love is like a double-edged sword.
Obscuring one's perspective of another.
Verily, people in love are in a state of intoxication.
Expressing their love & affection in all kinds of ways imaginable.
Yet, love is painful and torturing; a hopeless case, everytime.
Oh love... why are you ever-beguiling? Ever perplexing??
Unimaginable. After all this pondering, I still end up intoxicated...
Maybe I'm just thinking too much... There are many forms of love, aren't there?
One of them is parental love, and it's not that complicated, right? =D
Many, if not all the time, parents are here for us. Guiding us and protecting us
Most don't really appreciate what their parents did for them; they take them for granted.
Yay!! My parents are awesome =D (And no, this is not sarcasm. I know it sounds like one, but it's not.)
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