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Love

Oh it's the most common topic to write about. Isn't it? Well, chill out peeps! You know Archee doesn't write what people feel or think. She writes her experience every time. So here it goes... The way I feel towards love—
Since the last time I had a terrible breakup, I had almost given up on love. Every love song seemed fake and every promise seemed a lie. I switched to Salena Gomez and had some real counselling sessons.

Well, I'm over my past now and what made me believe in love is the mirror. I looked into it and asked myself how someone can't fall in love with me? We find love in others but the love remains inside oneself. That's the irony of life. When you love yourself any less, people try to hurt you and when you love yourself the most, everyone else wants the same. Not everytime love is getting into a relationship. Sometimes it is dressing up like a pro and making the bitches burn off your self-esteem. Sometimes it is hanging out with your friends and laughing on stupid jokes. Sometimes it's a quality family time spent. Sometimes it's a dinner you cooked for yourself and ate alone. Sometimes it's working hard to fulfilling your dreams. Love can be anything but it's not always having someone to give you butterflies in the stomach that hurt you later.
So... Yes, I'm in love... With my own self and no one else!
For me, love is— Selfishness!

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