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<title>Love hurts</title>
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Love Hurts &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
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It hurts to love &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
and not be loved in return &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
but what is the most painful &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
is to love and never &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
find the courage &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
to let the person know &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
how you feel. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
  &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
God wants &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
us to meet a few wrong people &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
before meeting  the right one &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
so that when we finally &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
meet the right person, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
we should know &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
how to be grateful &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
for that gift. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Love is &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
when you take away &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
the feeling, the passion, the romance &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
and you find out &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
you still care for that person. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
A sad thing about life &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
is that when you meet someone &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
who means a lot to you &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
only to find out &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
in the end &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
that it was &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
never meant to be &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
and you just have to &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
let go. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
When one door &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
of happiness closes &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
another opens &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
but often we look &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
so long &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
at the closed door &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
that we don&#x27;t see &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
the one  which has been &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
opened for us. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
The best kind of friend &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
is the one &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
you could sit on a porch with, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 never say a word &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 and then &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
walk away feeling &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
it was the best conversation &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
you ever had. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
It&#x27;s true that &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
we don&#x27;t know what we&#x27;ve got &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
until we lose it &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 but it&#x27;s also true, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
we don&#x27;t know &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
what we&#x27;ve been missing &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
until it arrives. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Giving someone &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
all your love &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
is never an assurance &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
they will love you back. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Don&#x27;t expect love &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
in return, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
just wait for it to grow, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
in their hearts. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
If it doesn&#x27;t, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
be content, it grew in yours. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
There are things &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
you love to hear &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
and only feel inside your heart &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
but don&#x27;t be deaf &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
to know &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
it&#x27;s probably time to restart. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Never say &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
you are not in love &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
when you can&#x27;t find a way &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
to say good-bye. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Love comes &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
to those who still hope &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
even though they&#x27;ve been disappointed, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
And to those who still believe &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
even though they&#x27;ve been betrayed, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
will find that after all that pain &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
you will one day reign. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
It takes &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
a minute to like someone &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
and hours to maybe have a crush, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
days, weeks and months to love them &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
but to forget &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
that special someone? &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
....Well that could take &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
a lifetime. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Don&#x27;t go for looks &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 as it can deceive &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
don&#x27;t go for wealth &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 even that fades away, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
go for someone who makes you smile. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
They will make &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
a dark day seem bright &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
and a bright day.. seem so right. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
There are moments &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
in life &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
when you really miss someone, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
you see them in your dreams &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
want to hold and hug them, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
This dream can feel &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
so distant, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
let them know, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
the feeling &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
in your heart &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Dream &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
what you want to dream &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
go where you want to go &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
be what you want to be. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
You have only &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
one life and one chance &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
to do it all . &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
May you have &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
enough happiness &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
to make you smile, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
enough trials, to make you strong, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
enough sorrow, to keep you gentle, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
enough hope, to make you dream, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
enough love, to fill your passion &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
and me &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
to share it all with. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Always listen &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
to your words &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
if you feel &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
that it would hurt you, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
it probably hurts &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
them too. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
A careless word &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
may kindle strife &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
a cruel word may wreck a life &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
a timely word may level stress, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
but a loving word &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
will &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
heal and bless. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
The joy of love &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
is to let those we love &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
be perfectly themselves, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
and not to twist them &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
with our own image &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
otherwise, we will love &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
only the reflection of ourselves &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
and not the person &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
deep inside them. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
The happiest of people &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
don&#x27;t necessarily have &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
the best of everything &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
they just make &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
the most of everything &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
that comes along &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
their way. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
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  &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Look &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
into someone&#x27;s eyes &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
long enough &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
and &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
you will see &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
their heart. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Happiness lies &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
for those who cry, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
for those who hurt, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
those who have searched &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
for those who have tried &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
for only they can appreciate &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
the importance of people &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
who have touched &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
their lives. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Love starts &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
with a smile, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
develops with a kiss &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
and ends with a tear. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
The brightest future &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
will always &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
be based on a forgotten past, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
you can&#x27;t go on &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
well in life &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
until you let go &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
of your past failures &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
and dream of your &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
future success. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
When you were born, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
you were crying &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
and everyone around you &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
was smiling &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
live your life &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
so that when you die, &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
you&#x27;re smiling &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
and everyone around you &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
is crying. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Life is &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
a history of yesterday&#x27;s. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
not of tomorrow&#x27;s. &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Make your yesterday&#x27;s special &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
by finding happiness &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Today! &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
 &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
Created with love &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
from &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
around the World! &#x3C;br /&#x3E;
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