For better or for worse

Love does not exist without us perceiving it,

in the same way that colours and sounds rely on our perception,

so too, does


We must feel it under our skin, presenting itself in our souls and masquerading as a

rational entity.

Love fogs up the clarity we so desperately cling to, and prevents the perception of life

before our beloved. Once love occurs in the heart, in the soul it is there forever.

Love rarely remains pure and unspoilt, and even after the fact of love the betrayal and

brokenness lingers.

This pain presents itself like a wind parading around in a tornado, starting off small and

insignificant until it is all that we may perceive.

Love changes us, for better or for worse.


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