Grief is the price of Love, and the greater you love someone, the greater the grief.
Death is painful but beautiful.
A reminder that true love exists all along.
YOU ARE READING
every nook and cranny inside the mind of a morose weed
Poetrya chain of uneasy events capsuled in secret proses * words in the petals of a dead flower, pick each single one of them and tell my story
XV.
Grief is the price of Love, and the greater you love someone, the greater the grief.
Death is painful but beautiful.
A reminder that true love exists all along.
