There are a few things in life that you have to remember, one important one is this: Everything good, no matter what the circumstances are, will eventually fade away. The important thing to do, is learn from them and never forget the good times. Because the good times maybe the only things that pull you out of bad times. Love is the only substance in the world that can make you feel untouchable, or feel like you're six feet under. Love fits the above category, with time it grows or dies, and the best thing you can do is hold on to the memories and not be afraid of loving. Because to be afraid to love, is to be afraid to live.

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