Life is too short yet often feels as though it is the longest curse known to those who decide to live it.
Love is the most precious gift one can give yet often becomes the heaviest burden on those who decide to feel it.  
Our hearts are strong enough to keep us alive yet often perish long before our time on this earth expires.

I have tried to stop myself from defining love and loving others in the ways of convention... in the ways that do not stem from my true thoughts and feelings. I genuinely believe that this is a form of spiritual growth and not the evolution of my own illusions. And if it is... I am okay with the fact that this mirage has given me something to work towards.

And although my heart has managed to piece itself together just in time to be broken time and time again, it bears no scars... it has no regrets and shares nothing but an open wound that bleeds a love eternal.

Simply put... there is no love like my own.

And only those who have dared to love me know of its hurt, its subtle insecurities, and its lack of comfort... only those who have dared to love me have learned of its depth and sincerity long after moving on.

There is no love like the one that dwells within your heart.

Because you... you are the sole survivor, the sole recipient of this gift who will one day learn to appreciate its value while still owning it.
Knowledge is a weapon and you are armed to the teeth...you are prepared to deal with everything that you will encounter along this journey if you remain honest with yourself and true to those who deserve your love.

Your heart bleeds too.

Follow the flow of this crimson river and trust not in the foot prints that litter the shore. The path of the past is not of your doing and only leads to the places that man has already stripped of their natural beauty and uniqueness... thus the waves never ending fight to reclaim them. March to the beat of your heart and embrace the rhythmic beauty that can only be found within the love, fear, sorrow, and anguish that you will experience along the way... for this is your story and it leads nowhere but to your self and to all that you love.

I know you, and I am not afraid.
I know myself, and I have come to terms with this fear.