Love
Love cannot be measured.
Love cannot end.
Love is tragic.
Love is everything.
The things that make us happy for even a second never leave us. Love, although it causes such pain, is what everyone wants. Not for it's pain but for it's rapture and joy. For one moment of bliss we suffer for months. Some of us anyway.
I guess there is only one reason; love's bliss is better than it's pain. If you feel Eros's arrow pierce your flesh don't run. Running will cause the bliss to run as well.
So do this. Live in the bliss of everyday life and beauty. Do your best to love love's memories, smile at them. Remember that one time you were happy. Nothing is more important.
One day, or so we're told, we all find our one true beloved. So I'll hold onto that. Every time I get put down I'll remember that one day someone will love me like no one ever has.
Love is the reason we are here.
At least I think so. Could you give a better reason?
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