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It feels dark, cold and distant. Like the wind, like the sea during a heavy storm, or like a blizzard. I think that storm clouds are romantic because one of them told me so. She was scared of jumping, and lived in the edge. Literally. Is love what feels that way. People may think love is like a summer morning, or a quiet night full of stars and possibilities. They can say that love is a like a sad song, or like a spring flower. I don't usually pay attention to what people say. I keep thinking that love is a storm, or a blizzard, chaotic and desperate, maybe terrifying, a bit noisy, but beautiful in the inside. Dark blue is the color of romanticism.

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