We think we know what love is. Then when it falls apart we're devastated for a while. Time goes by. We move on. Then... hopefully...we find love again. This one is better than the last one. We're wiser, more mature, we didn't go in so blindly like before. Then that one ends and we think we have nothing left to give someone. That's when we meet someone who has something to give us...the pieces that past loves took away.
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