Why loving is enough to sacrifice?
Maybe because of the feelings it gives. The magic, the butterflies–the whole thing.
The feeling if being in love and loved is worth feeling another pain and ache.
If love asked me to sacrifice again, let my heart pour it all out of its jar, to risk my whole life loving someone else again... I am willing for the sake of true love.
It's better to love someone else again even if it hurts, risky or painful rather than living and being haunted.
Rather than talking absentmindedly.
Rather than smiling while weeping within.
