"love will only destroy you," her best friend said, concered.
"then let it be," she answered boldly. "if that's the only thing that makes me sane, what therefore is wrong?"
"it will eat you up, slowly, fill your heart with such heaviness you'll confuse it with being full and empty."
she smiled half-heartedly.
"haven't i told you, that it already did? ever since we were little, we get to love. sometimes these words are often mistreated, or the ones who love are often the ones bruised unfairly. but then again...i think i haven't learned my lesson. i'd love and love, until it would be the death of me. i would gladly do, until the fire flickers and sways, slowly engulfing it's candle, which in the end is me."
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