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Why love? Love is difficult to define, difficult to measure, and difficult to understand. Love is not having to pour 40% vodka into my body every other second or having to smoke a nicotine filled cigarette every other time, love is my parents, friends, myself, but lastly love is my addiction for him. I cannot see anyone like I see him, I cannot think of a person like I think of him, and I cannot love someone like I love him. What happened when he left? Days got shorter, nights got longer, tears started wandering in all randomly. But eventually
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