This is an entirely different section of this memoir, yet it, too, will be separated into smaller sections, according to person. But as an introduction, I’d like to discuss love, and my perceptions of it. This section isn’t necessarily about love, but rather those I’ve had a feeling for, regardless of it being pure love, or simply a feeling of attraction. I feel I must make this statement apparent because after time, looking back at relationships I’ve had and lost, sometimes you find that the feelings you thought you’ve had for someone were really hardly anything at all.
Love is an innate feeling you have when you’re around somebody that makes your heart flutter. It’s a sensation in your heart and your mind that allows you to connect with somebody in a sense more than just typical friendship or persona. Love to me, is incredible. I enjoy hatred, a lot, but for me, nothing gives a better since of pride and empowerment than having somebody around that makes you feel like you’re truly one of a kind, and that you actually matter in the world. In a life of having people crush me to the ground, having a person doing the exact opposite is a nice thing.
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