Together, Apart
We all wanted to know what real love feels like. Love that never fades, disappears, grows old, and burns weak. And if it does, it's probably not meant to be- fated to be. Kalce has always been chasing that rhythm, and following wherever the sound of love will take him. He looks for it in all the right and wrong places, yet still blinded when the realest thing comes stepping in. What does love feel? And how'd you know if it's real? Does it have to feel perfect and meant to be, like a work of fate? Does it include chasing, running? What is the thing that scares us the most? Is it love or wasting our time for nothing?
"It has to be now, or never it will be.
Together, apart we go, Kalce."