To Lindella
Love is pain, bliss, and joy. It is beautiful, like a rose. And like a rose, it has thorns. Cherry blossoms appear most beautiful when they grow in a place where there is blood. In that way too, no love is gathered without pain. Those of us who have loved know this. And it makes two types of people from this pain. Those of us who focus on the pain they have felt, ignoring the wonderful joy it brought, and those who endure the terrible hurt in hopes of finding that joy again. Yet one thing I've come to realize, is you can't help the way you feel, and its up to you what you do about it. You can focus on the pain, or look to the love of the ones closet to help heal, and then search once more. Fear to love agian is a disease which sucks away the hope in a fire. Never fear to love, just fear lacking the strength to love.
To my dearest friend Lindella.