In the language of love, reason doesn't exist. There is nothing that can understand my heart, there's no remedy for my situation, no possible way to help me get rid of your love. In the language of love, reasoning doesn't exist. There is nothing that can rid me of this obsession, that can help me rip this love apart, nothing that can erase my false illusions. I want to stop loving you, you've become illicit to me. I want to recover from this damn nightmare. I want to tear this torture from my heart. I want to learn to live again, be happy, and began to love again.
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About Boobslover
I'm a hard working Hispanic (what a shock!). I live in NC and I just love to write. As well as play Halo! My works consist of mostly romantic short essays. They are not personal, even though, they do have a personal touch and experiences. But, I write these for the person who might associate themselves with it.