Boats.

I believe that Love is like a boat. It helps you sail across the River known as Life, and allows you to enjoy the trip more. It makes the journey much easier. But nothing is as wonderful as returned love. Returned love is like a boat with a silent engine, it makes the job even easier, even smoother, and makes no ugly noises at all. However, if the engine is ripped off, it's hard to cope until you can get a new one, because you've become adjusted to returned love.But if you don't love anyone, or no one loves you, then it's like trying to swim across the river, you'll be swept away by the current a thousand times before you make it to the other side and collapse of exhaustion.

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We all need a boat.
We all need love.

The End

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