To quote HK-47: "Definition: Love is making a shot to the knees of a target 120 kilometers away using an Aratech sniper rifle with a tri-light scope. Statement: This definition, I am told, is subject to interpretation. Obviously, love is a matter of odds. Not many meatbags could make such a shot, and fewer would derive love from it. Yet for me, love is knowing your target, putting them in your targeting reticle, and together, achieving a singular purpose, against statistically long odds."
Breaking it down is pointless. Love is what you let it be. And it's worth it.
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Breaking it down is pointless. Love is what you let it be. And it's worth it.
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He did ask a scientist and that's not what I saidZeithri said:Ask a scientist or biologist this question and you're answered with that it's a series of toxics in your brain, similiar to that when you take drugs. This is true, love is a drug.