Love.
The most important thing to find happiness, yet we'll be called weird for loving. Is love truly that bad? In what could love affect you if it's healthy? Men love women and women love men, and nobody says anything. Love is in the air and we all know it exists. Some people don't believe in it and some people like to love everyone. "Maybe you're bisexual" "You're just confused". Ma'am, sir... I can assure you we are not confused about our own love... If we were, why would love even exist? Why does it make us suffer in such way? I'm not talking only about me, I'm speaking for all the people in history who's been hurt or killed because they loved someone they weren't supposed to.
Why is love so dangerous? And if so, why are we always talking about "Love". Is it an non-existent imaginary feeling that'll go away?
You could stab me. Stab me hard. In the heart. Stab me while my neck is wide open. But with my last breath, my last words, my last call for help... I would say I don't regret loving you.
