No matter how many love songs we hear. And no matter how good are they. None will ever fit for us, 'cause ours is not love.
Ours is a collision that smells like love, tastes like love, looks like love and feels like love but is too powerful not to be an ethereal weapon of mass destruction.
For ours to be love, first we must give in to the tragedy of not being the owners of our souls; and to live forever borrowing love from each other before it all explodes into neverending light...
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