It can only go two ways.
Love, I mean. You either believe in it or you don't.
But the funny thing is, we all feel it.
And when do you know you love someone?
When you feel you could die for them? Stand up for them? Willing to let them go? Willing to walk away?
It's this feeling that's so intense, so real, so unreal.
It's this feeling everyone gets,and it either ends in heart break or a happily ever after.
And you think there is no more different outcomes.
You think you are either hurt so bad that you aren't willing to love again or you are just so, so happy, so in love.
You think that love is a crippled, dangerous thing, that it is a fire, you will only burn if you touch it, that it will leave you scarred and hurting,
You think that love is a beautiful, graceful thing, that it is a fire, shining so bright, glowing only in the darkest places.
And that there is no more different outcomes.
Because that's just what love is.
And I don't have a philosophy for the whole thing, because that's just what love is.
The whole question here, what is love, how you know love, seems so much bigger. Grander. Because that's what love is.
Because just two outcomes is enough. It's simply just love. Because that's just what love is.
Just one word, two outcomes, yet so much meaning. So much depth. So bright, so dark, so alive, so dead.
And that's just what love is.