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I think a lot of people underestimate Love. Especially young adults. We’re still so new to the word. Love is a controlling emotion. The things we do for people is always based on our love for them. Whether it is family, friends, or a lover.
 I can just imagine a young man staring into empty space.. 

His relatives and friends worry that he is slowly slipping into insanity, and they’re right. 
His eyes are the gateway to his soul, and emotions. If you look closely, you can see Love being suffocated by Obsession and Desperation. He longs for her, his old lover. Even the slightest remembrance of her throws him violently into despair.
He believes that ending his life would be a more graceful thought than she. And though so many other females catch him in their sight, he is blind to them. 
They poke and prick at him, trying to get him to get out of his ridiculous state of mind, little do they know that he is suffering. All they want is his attention. Until they give up, shove him to get away, they prefer not putting effort into trying to get a love-sicken man to love them when it belongs to someone else. 
Meanwhile, he is oblivious to these opportunities.
“They aren’t important.” Obsession says. He just wants to stop suffering is all, he doesn’t mean to make his family and friends stand hopelessly on the sidelines. In fact, if he could find a way, he’d snap out of it, and smile for the first time in months, maybe years.. 
He wanders aimlessly. Wishing that She would talk to him again. Kiss him. Hug him. Bury him into her intoxicating scent. 
Until one day, he meets someone, and though she doesn’t know his past, she senses he is lost and without sight. She asks him what’s one thing that he enjoys. He answers her. She smiles and says “Well, shall we go and enjoy that then?”.
At first, he is confused. Does she not realize that all I want is my lover? 
As he stares at the girl, something in his eyes change. He decides to join her..
Months pass, and Love is no longer tied to Obsession and Desperation. Love has gone back to its purity, what it is best known for; the laughter, the warmth. Love is balanced again. All thanks to a stranger..


Edit: I wrote this around the month of February of 2013.