Love, I's That', That'

Love is like a scaleye, and then it plumps. Once the amount is so much, you don't know it, but suddenly they're part of what you think about. They're part of these millions of pains thit's were able to think about. And if something happened to them, it would hurt you. Their pain is your pain then. But ifyou you don't really know someone, being in pain or not being in pain, we have no empathy for that. We understand their thing, even though it's not really affecting you. You can only really be love if you had experiences with hem. That's why i think it when i say i goes into this