Danger
The danger os loving someone is not the heartbreak.
The danger is the memories made.
Whether it be the ones that make us want to hold on, or the ones that make us fear loving again. Thats the danger.
The danger is in the secrets both hearts hold.
The danger is not the love itself, but the memories we cant let go of.
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