I know that love is defiant, because I tried to kill her.
I know she is ruthless, because she ripped me apart.
When she rescued me, I discovered her mercy.
...it was only after all this that I saw her beauty.
From her defiance, I learned that she has no rival.
When she destroyed me, I learned that pain is not final.
In her mercy, I learned compassion.
And in her beauty, I discovered my own.
...only after all this did I understand what it means to be alive.
This is my resume...my romance.
It is how I can stare through your eyes, speak directly to your heart & say...
βDon't be afraid.β


Qβ I unintentionally deleted your comment my response was: Wanna know how I got these stars π