I love how ice cubes chime stroking the glass_ he has his way with music XD Red is the color of love_ beautiful, exquisite, charming, dangerous, scary, alarming... It frees the soul from all physical, mental, spiritual strains so it's inevitable_ magnificently paves for mutual warmth, comfort and prosperity| Be the happiest together, successful together, shine the brightest together_ Respect, affection, care, kindness, Responsibility all encompassing but a single virtue_ love. But it's bloody frightening. When you realise how weak a human really is, how fleeting life is, how fragile the worldy atmosphere is, would you want to drape an eternal sheet of emotions over your entire existence for real? We are too weak to protect the people we cherish the most, but we're also too weak to let them go and watch them get hurt. We detest our unforgivable weaknesses, we're disgusted in ourselves for being so useless and we can't ever repair the damages_ lingering emotions only cause more bitterness afterwards but don't even try to heal the painful scars that always stay. Ironically, love only aggressively takes away all sensibility, integrity and composure it provided us during peaceful days we had never even asked for ourselves_ when we didn't know the pleasure, we didn't need to know hurt_
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When we're undoubtedly too weak to contain the love both of us together, how can we be strong enough to stand the pain later alone by ourselves?
