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True Love


Having no source of love, friendship, or enjoyment is the reason you are so depressed.

You dont let people love you because you never experienced it.

I experienced it once.

It wasn't a very long experience.

When I saw him for the first time, it felt as if my heart was repaired carefully.

As if he was taking the seeds out of a pomegranate.

And it only took him a few hours.

It's the thought that counts, right?

That's what i thought when he first took the seeds out in the first hour.

He became impatient and started to cut the seeds out with his own fists.

Carving each corner, cracking the pomegranate.

I ended up in pieces.

And he left me crying on the cold concrete floor in front of his house.

With each crinkle and wave in the wind, he stared at me for a long time before he walked away.

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