I may have a million different goals for myself and my life. They may all be greatly important to me, but are there any that I wouldn't gladly push asside for love? Is there anything I won't do? What is true love anyway? Is that that time I felt truly safe, even for a moment in someone's arms? Or was it when I was so attracted to someone I couldn't take my hands off them? Was it the time that the thought of losing him made me cry insanely for days or even weeks? Was it love because I would have given my own life for just one more moment with him? Could it have been love because I could be open with him and because he was open with me? Was it love because his kiss made the world dissapear? If it was love, why did I let it go? Why sabotage my eternal happiness for simple convinience? Was it love when he said he wanted to be with me forever, or were we just afraid to be alone?
