Love.
Love is reciprocal, it does not look both ways.
It can be ugly, unexpected, unwanted.
It can shatter your perception of what you think is right or wrong.
It can blind you into believing its lies.
It's the wretched feeling inside your gut when intuition kicks you.
But, it could also be warm sand on your toes.
A fresh cup of brew freezing over, until you take a sip.
And then you remember the feeling once more.
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