So I guess, in the end, it's about love. Not the happily ever after kind, mind you, but the kind that mercilessly rips you up into ten thousand pieces, just so you can be whole again. It's the love that leaves stains on your pillow and a fire in your eyes; the kind that says I cannot die because I'm too much alive, and the kind that makes you want to.
It's that kind of love.
Yanno?
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