Designer: Manikka
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There are three words that everyone throws around with way too much ease. For the longest time, I'd come to doubt the power vested in that phrase. And I called it stupid one time too many. And I've made jokes about it, answering "What is love?"s with "Sexy time, duh", way too many times, as well.

I guess people are right when they say that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. The most painful memories are the ones that stick..it's like that psychological test, where you hold up a sheet of paper with one ink blot and ask people "What do you see?"

The damn ink blot, no shit.

So, pain? Everyone's gone through that..some more than others, some more deserving of it than others..but it's the same pain, nonetheless. And that pain..it's something you have to suck up and fight. It's not something you forget. It's not something you can toss away. Hell, sometimes it's not even something you get over -or something you should get over. More often than not, it's something you carry with you -not as a scar or a burden, but more like a reminder..not as a trophy, either..something buried a little closer to Home.

Pain and love..as psychotic as it sounds..go hand in hand. You live, you love, you lose, you learn..and, sooner or later, you start all over again. It didn't take me just six weeks to say three little words..it took me over a year. But now, you know for sure that I meant them..not just every word, or every syllable, or every letter..but the kisses between the lines and the whispers underlying.
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