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THAT BANAL WORD, "LOVE"

So three weeks ago, I'm with two of my friends and one of
      them asks, "what is love to you?" I paused for few seconds
      before giving my answer (chill, I'll mention it later). Thing
      is, in those few seconds, the word, "love" flashed in my mind
      as experiences I had been through_ people I know (or knew)
      had been through also and not as a term as I had been asked.
      I had paused to compose those experiences in my own words...

   
       The thing about a banal  word is that alongside,
      it gets out of line. Ironically,the word, "irony" is
      also both banal and out of line(as in the case of, "it's an
      irony how blacks can keep locks) for Christs' sake our
      natural hair  should be locks!
   
        Truth is I have made several attempts to complete this
      Post and at those times, I encountered a certain inbalance
      with my phone memory.
   
            Yeah, I replied my friends' question
      with, "the younger me believed love was simply a romance
      novel tale_ the hero and heroine fight off the attrction at
      first, then they fall in love, they encounter the "lovers'
      fight" and finally they realize they cannot do without each
      other... Presently," I continued, "I do not believe the
      hey-I'm-so-into-you-my-heart-skips-two-beats-per-second Love
      exists. I do however believe love can be found after awhile..
   
      Okay, let's clear the air before I explain my reply that day.
      Any conservative reading this and already concluding that I'm
      probably a bored ass individual
   



























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