Love.

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I want to find love but not the kind of love you find in 2019.

The kind of love that writers and poets write about.

The kind of love that makes you stay up all night reminiscing about the time spent with them.

I want the kind of love that leaves you breathless and that makes you want to change your wicked ways.

I want the kind of love that makes you stay outside looking at the stars and wondering why the sky is so pretty.

I want the kind of love that makes you want to write a book.

I want the kind of love that bares it all and endures it all.

Indeed, I want the kind love that drives you insane but in a good way. Where you call your friend at 2 am just to talk about them.