What is love but an abstract concept? How could one true love when there is no true form of it? To love is to hate, to hate is to lie, and to lie is to love, so what's the purpose? All it is is false hope, a hope that nobody will stick to, no matter how long they stay or how much they claim to? And yet, somehow, I find that feeling inside of me. The feeling as if I could, or do actually love. The unfortunate thing is, I know it wonโt last. I know the only thing this feeling could do is hurt. It only has, it only will. Even if I love for the rest of my life, in the end, thereโs still death. There is no hope, there is no point, because in the end, nothing mattered in the long run. So why, why, even after all of this, do I love? Why do I want to love? Why do I want something that will only hurt? I guess it's just humanity.
What is love but an abstract concept? How could one true love when there is no true form of it? To love is to hate, to hate is to lie, and to lie is to love, so what's the purpose? All it is is false hope, a hope that nobody will stick to, no matter how long they stay or how much they claim to? And yet, somehow, I find that feeling inside of me. The feeling as if I could, or do actually love. The unfortunate thing is, I know it wonโt last. I know the only thing this feeling could do is hurt. It only has, it only will. Even if I love for the rest of my life, in the end, thereโs still death. There is no hope, there is no point, because in the end, nothing mattered in the long run. So why, why, even after all of this, do I love? Why do I want to love? Why do I want something that will only hurt? I guess it's just humanity.