I cannot believe in a place where the beauty of such personal and perfect love does not exist. Is that what it is to be human then? to love and to lose? to love and die? does such true romance come from what makes us so terribly human? Review the events of ones life, any iniquities of humanity, the ignorance of this world and it's people, and appreciate love because of what hate is.
I wish upon a place where such pure lovers, can retain that which meant every breath. Some different sort of perfection. I think that such a raw emotion like love, or hate, is some omnipotent force of the natural as well as the supernatural. A drive so powerful It can cut right to the center of you, take control of every involuntary function of your being. It drives the unseen completely mad.
Some coherent awareness so mad with love It would selflessly risk or give up it's existence so that you may live, or some sentience insane with so much hatred, it would rather see everything in your life completely destroyed and tortured eternally, than simply take your life away from you.
