Have I seen love that ends not even after one's last breath?
I have. Too many times for me to deny its possibility in this realm of madness.
I know love exists. I saw the evidences. To deny something that I have witnessed with my own eyes is to deny the truth that has been spoken by the universe straight to my own heart.
To love until it hurts not to. This is the truth, isn't it? The truth we so fear to acknowledge.
This self-defense mechanism we have selfishly developed to protect ourselves from the imminent doom.
The pain that comes with loving. The pain that comes with not loving. The pain that comes with unloving.
