i had another one of those weekends, filled with cava, friends, dancing, laughing and love.
i watched other people hurt the ones they love.
i saw new love spring.
i saw old love die.
i fell in love three times.
i sensed forbidden love.
i gave away too much love that i shouldn't have.
i am in love.
i miss my love.
the weekend was great. so much fun. but i cant help feel like i need to cry... maybe too much love is a bad thing. i guess the cliche is true. love actually does hurts. don't mix your drinks.
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