Dreamt my book of Love will be Neat, Textured and well Written. Reality, Hit Hard! With Blank, Torn, Scribbled and Crushed Pages.
A two end, Balance.
You feel both Happy and Sad.
Wish to Scream and be Silent.
Cry and Smile at the same time.
If Love is Magical, why does Reality come to play?
Some don't want the Reality as they are already broken. Uncountable Times.
They wish to... Wish to only see the Magic.
Yes, Magic is Tricky. There is a hidden ploy. Atleast it gives us Joy, Harmony and all the Butterfly Flying inside the body moments.
Reality on the other hand exposes you to Despair, Pain and Kills your Butterfly.
The shift turns Innocence into Intelligence.
This intelligence is teaching "To love someone, you have to love yourself".
But, sometimes you have to allow someone to love you so that you can love yourself.
If love has two ends. Why can't Self Love?
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