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What is it?

I really don’t know, but I do know that I love, strange really. Someone told me that love is a long road. Do I find my direction by my closest friends or the persons around me? I think it is both. I think there are different kinds of love or dose loving only speech one language? A language that only your soul really understand?

I will no longer waste the words of “I love youâ€; I can’t tell someone that I love them when I don’t know what love is.

Is it when you feel you are able to dedicate your life to this single person if needed so? I believe so.

I only love a small amount of people and less that been told. But I care of people, a lot of them. I care for my friends, the people around me and the lovely music. Can’t say I love music even thought I almost dedicate my life by listen to these artist of mine, I does matters a lot maybe I love music after all.

What I am sure of is that I love my family and my best friend; honestly I think that’s it. I don’t like when people moil on the words, it is so easy to say so hard to mean. I have a hard time to love people, I care a lot about my friends I really do, but not sure about loving.

Ladies? My favorite subject and problem, I have never loved a lady (except from my beautiful mother and my lovely sisters), told once didn’t mean it. I care and like them, well who doesn’t? Still I want to love a lady but I am not sure I am ready for it. I care and like them, well who doesn’t? Made for loving? I don’t think I am, I would like so but don’t think so.

Maybe made for caring? That’s more like it; to be honest I am scared, scared of loving, scared of love.