Everyone wants to find that someone who makes them feel special, who makes them feel like their the only person in the world who can make there heart stop.Everyone wants true love even the player on the outside wants a main chick to come home to at night.But you have to go though some or a lot of frogs before you find that prince.Some frogs you will fall for and swear that there your prince but than there comes a time when your picking up the pieces of your broken heart. So we promise ourselves never again will we fall for a frog again until one catches our eyes that make us think other wise. So what do we do? Do we keep putting our hearts out there to be so damaged that when we do find that prince it hard for them to mend it back to the way it was or do we refuse to love anyone that when we the right person does come along we don't know how to love them back. Love is a strange and mess business and isn't ment for the weak hearted.
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