To fall in love but not know how to love is a total dichotomy. Yet, here you could be contemplating losing the person you hold dearest because your mind doesn’t hold the answers to their needs. Your actions, whatever they may be, could never be enough and this love that transforms you doesn’t do a thing to them. Can you imagine how painful and beautiful that can be.

Love is nothing but a poisoned gift. Don’t they say that the greatest loves are all tragedies… if you cannot explain it, but feel it tearing you apart, isn’t that the greatest of love ? How else would you describe these feelings that are destroying you more than anything you thought you could bear. Love is testing your survival, until you’re done and cannot take it any longer.

From the Spanish word Amor, it becomes the French to Death – “mort”. So in the same word you can find your own felicity and assassination. Because love is all that, it’s murder and suicide. No matter how many tears roll down your cheeks, that sparkling liquid is nothing but your own weakness and powerlessness towards what has to inevitably happen : which is your end.