[ Midnight hums a little, gathering a thought here, a word there. ]
Water in itself isn't wet. Nor does fire burn. They are elements that inflict those states of being on whatever they touch. Love is similar in that it simply is love. Love is not in and of itself hurt. The only way love can inflict pain is dependent entirely upon the nature of the heart surrounding it.
[ His eyelids flutter, eyes dusk pink between his lashes. ]
Love simply is. Sometimes, in spite of one's best intentions, it can damage the vessel that carries it. Such is the nature of an emotion so heavy, so prone to embedding itself into one's body.
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Water in itself isn't wet. Nor does fire burn. They are elements that inflict those states of being on whatever they touch. Love is similar in that it simply is love. Love is not in and of itself hurt. The only way love can inflict pain is dependent entirely upon the nature of the heart surrounding it.
[ His eyelids flutter, eyes dusk pink between his lashes. ]
Love simply is. Sometimes, in spite of one's best intentions, it can damage the vessel that carries it. Such is the nature of an emotion so heavy, so prone to embedding itself into one's body.