“Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”
How beautiful of a prose,

of a thought, an idea.

That but a sliver is enough to sustain man for a lifetime.

To keep writers at their desks for a century,

and artists to the canvas for life.

But what of the fear?

The surmountable courage it takes to fall, to trust,

to show vulnerability in hopes that they stay in spite of it

In spite of you and your flaws, and your quirks.

It’s terrifying. Utterly unhinged.

Love, that is.