lang leav love

It’s so ironic that the best kind of love —¬†a love that exists without conditions, without demands, without reasons, without questions, without bounds, without reserve, without self — is the only kind of love that can never be allowed to exist. It’s so bittersweet¬†that after having discovered what it truly means to live our lives they way they should be lived, we have to give them up, even if it’s only temporarily, just to make other people happy. It’s almost laughable that after all the sacrifices and all the heartbreaks, we have to keep on sacrificing — all in the hope that one day, we will be able to break those barriers and live our lives once more.

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