love does not die. it does not vanish. it does not fade away between two people.
it grows. it blooms. it changes.
it is yours.
the love you receive, is not a lucky gift.
it's a magical reflection of your whole being.
don't sit there, drowning in the idea that no one will love you like that anymore.
an art of such an exquisite form as love
does not simply
run away from you