Conclusion, part one


And so this is my conclusion (of many).

Love is very strange.

It knows exactly how to pry open your heart, and to do with it whatever it pleases.

Love does not always bring weightless moments, and six-string ballads.

Love can bring fear-storms of wretched heartaches.

It is a tool to remind us that we are still, only human.

We are still, only as strong as our weakest moments.

We are still, continuously ruled by our instinctual selfishness.

Blind-folded by love, we are left exposed; defenceless.

With love, one has no other choice but to feel.