Love is not remotely kind. It rips us open and breaks us down until there is nothing but a mere memory of the person we once were.
Love is a predator, ready to attack when we least expect it. It's unstable and unsure and yet we continue to love and love and love and love.
So why do we do it? If not for the fleeting moments of pure content and the butterflies in our stomachs. After all the stories we've heard, of heartbreak and loss, why do we still let our guards down?
Why do we do it? Why do we cling to the people that make us feel so lost when they're not around? So empty when they break our hearts?
Because love is beauty. It may maim our hearts and corrupt our beings, but there is something beautiful about it.
Love is a sad and desperate masterpiece, it takes years to create and to perfect, and even then we may never be content with the way things are.
Love is a story that we had tried to write all those years ago and gave up on. The one that continues to nag at the back of our minds every day, screaming "Finish me! I could be a masterpiece!"
Love is a song that drifts into our minds as we fall asleep. It is a sweet melody that reminds us of home, of our happiest and most cherished moments.
Love is beauty.
Love is happiness.
Love is feeling.
And to feel is to be alive.
So if it's within our reach, if we knew where it is and who it's with, then we should run to it, grasp it, and never let it go.
Hi lovelies! Thank you so much for choosing to read my story! I know the prologue was short, but it was just an intro, regular chapters will be longer and continue to grow as the story progresses!
I hope you decide to stick around!
All the love, Lozza
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