Love is not hour long phone call
Love is not a shared milkshake
Love is not a dreamy expression
Love is not a pretty gesture
Love is not a hand in hand stroll
Love is not sepia tone photos
And love is definitely not fifteen minutes of sweaty bliss.
Love is dirt and mud and blood.
Love is duty and thankless work.
Love is swearing and hating and callus and tears and fear.
Love is ugly solitude long after you have forgotten what you were waiting for.
Love is the abandonment of dreams.
Love is the loss of who you truly are for another's sake.
Love is sacrifice, not gain.
Never hope to fall in love.
Location: Sydney, the flat
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