Said the Raven: nevermore.

But I would very much like to ask this raven: nevermore what?

Nevermore love. Bullshit. Nobody can live without loving. And I really don’t wanna sound cheesy when I write this down. But seriously. What is life without love? Of course, we think it is possible to live a life without love but if we dig deep down, we realize that love is the fucking center of everything, and I mean e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. Every choice you have to make, every person you make contact with, every family, every friendship, every fucking shopping is about love. The love you feel for others and the love you feel for yourself. Even when you color your nails orange, it’s out of love. Love for spring, love for someone who asked you to do it or love for yourself because it makes you happier.

And that’s just the common love. Let’s not forget about the fact that we all search our love of the life, every relationship we’re in, every date we have, every lifechanging thing we do is about searching for the one. We tend to forget that. We make up stories, like ‘who needs a partner when I have such good friends’ or ‘being hurt doesn’t worth it’ but we know deep down that these sentences we say are bullshit. Wherever I look, I found that people are searching for their soulmates, they wanna find someone special, they wanna know what all the fuss is about.

And yes. Love can hurt. Big time. Anybody can get their heart broken into billions of little peaces. But do we stop? Maybe, for a while, until we realize, we never really stopped. You can build up endless layers of walls onto your soul (heart) but honestly, if you stop for a minute with the bullshit, you’ll realize that you’re just craving for someone to destroy those walls.

All anybody wants is love. So dear raven, if you think that you can live your life without love, here’s something I have to tell you: you just simply can’t. I understand why you don’t wanna think about love at all, however, I also know that fighting something proves the existence of that something. And in our case that something is simply the need to love and to be loved. We can lie as much as we want but those two things are the reason why we don’t kill ourselves. Because we always have hope that the one will eventually come, no matter how old we are.

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