I was laying in bed, Having a pretty normal night. Lost in my own mind. Trying to win the normal battle of whatever the fuck goes through my head, Its normally a war, ripping myself apart. Shit happens though.

I was laying there and i was thinking, Whats love?
People tell others when its not love, but what would they know.

Love isn’t defined in a dictionary. Love isn’t the same for everyone, Its unique to everyone, making someone feel special, worth something and being able to make the ultimate sacrifices for the person you love.

Can you love again or is it just lust?
I was thinking of this aswell, Can you love once again after someone hurts you or is it just lust and not really love? Is love true, Is love the thing that lasts forever?