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the maximum volume of my ipod is six decibels lower than my heart's ability to tune you out.
write // you're my serendipity - i wasn't looking for you, i wasn't expecting you, but i'm very lucky i met you.
basecode // leen.



#2 @ 5.1.12
Love isn’t an antidote, love isn’t like a missing puzzle piece. Love isn’t something that fixes everything broken. Love doesn’t fill a missing spot, or a hole in your heart.

Love is like a bonus, love is the extra credits you get for class. Love is like an add on, just like chocolate syrup on a plain muffin.

You don’t love to fill an empty space in your heart – it’s like trying to put a pear in a box of apples. What the fuck are you doing? You don’t love to put someone together – it’s not your fault they’re broken in the first place.

And you feel a part of you missing when they go, not because ‘the missing puzzle piece that went astray came back and disappeared again’, but because they’ve become a habit, a routine. And as with every habit and routine, you can overwrite it.

Nobody is anyone’s missing puzzle piece. Everyone is full and in one perfect piece – it’s all the state of your mind.

Because above all, love, is a gift.

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