Love dies.
It cannot be sustained
on wishes. One must fuel
the fire, keep it going, keep it alive.
Love burns. It's warmth is an attraction. Yet, get into the flames and you will get hurt. The severity depends on how close you got.
Love needs to be admired and sustained. Too far away and you lose it, become cold. Too close and you get hurt, get burned. For love is like a flame.
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RandomThis is just things I write that don't exactly fit into stories but I'm still proud of. Maybe they're quotes? I guess then you can quote me.
