Odnoliub

Love is climbing into a dark prison just to smuggle in a single spark, for that glowing ember can ignite hope, the olympic torch of the ages.

Love is when you care about someone more than you care for yourself. When you want the other person to have everything they want to have. It does not matter how destructive it is, how it hurts you. It’s love. It’s worth fighting for. When you love someone, you don’t stop loving them. Never. Not even if people call you crazy and stupid and tell you that you should let it go. Especially not then. You don’t give up because if you give up and move on then it would not be love. If it isn’t love, then it’s just another worthless thing.
 I love you like you’re the last of my kind. It is as if you speak the same language as I, yet no other is able. To be around you is like finally not being alone – as if all my life I’ve been isolated, in a windowless room, in a doorless room… and then suddenly you walk in as if strolling over a summer meadow. How is that you are so much more than sunshine? How is it you breathe life when no other can? Why is it you are my medicine? Who could love me more than you? So, my love, know this – while I breathe I am yours in mind, body, and soul.

 

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