Strength Behind Recovery (May Rewrite)

I am William.

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It seems nowadays life doesn't matter much anymore, I'm dying. I'm not afraid to state that because it's the truth; it's undeniably the uttermost heart breaking fact I've ever learned. From the moment I got the news, to now. Life is life, it won't change, and you will have your highs and your lows. You can't reverse what is inevitable. I can't possibly imagine life without the little things or for that matter, the big things. The sun that empowers our every move, and the moon that strengthens truth in darkness. Emotionally, love. Love is all anyone ever truly wants, whether it be spread greatly or singularly and deep. 

I'm dying of an overflowing heart, I can't contain much of the love I have anymore, I am simply infatuated forever, it's a contradiction though. My short lived passions seem to last longer than anything else in the cruel, forsaken world. The fact that I can contain and sustain this love is a mystery.

Love is love, yet there is a difference. You could say love is different by the way the strength varies or the truth that lies within. I have a story to tell, a story that explains this difference for what it really is.

So love... what is it?

Why are we so attached to it?

A better question, why is it so attached to us?

Love seems to be vigorous in situations of death and suffering. The strongest love always is developed from struggle. That's just human, but whether it can continue and flourish or be left heartbroken is another difference. I am William, a man looking for a lost cause I can call mine. A lonely soul, I can fill with infatuation for what seems like forever.