Where love and all its emotions cease to exist.
Love; it is a delicate art,
One that is seen differently by many and whose true interpretation can never be made certain.
Every waking moment I ask myself: Why should I strive for love? Why not just live alone for the rest of my days.
There is a small penetrating voice that answers back, urging, pleading with me to pursue this thing called love.
I cannot say no.
In hope that I will find love one day.