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Sometimes I wonder if I even know what love is... if I'm really in love, or if I just rushed into love blindly because I was in love with the idea of being in love.. is love really about all of these sacrifices? The rushing, the autmomatic acceptence because you aren't supposed to criticize the one you love? Do you lose yourself, throw your life away, just because you love someone else, or think you do, so it's pointless to live without them? It makes no sense to me at all. There is always life. There is always something you can fill your life with, and everyone thinks that they can just--throw that away.
Was caught up in a moment, and now I don't know what to do.. except make sure that the baby is safe and healthy throughout all of this..
...Are you okay?
What has been going on, then? I know you were with him earlier..