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When does like become love, and when does love become something more?

Perhaps it is not love, perhaps it is the idea of the person that we build in our head. Unconciously it grows and grows, and suddenly we thought we have fallen in love already.

Blame the brain, not the heart.

But what a brain could do? And what a heart could explain?

Love is too complicated in the end.

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