You love someone, you open yourself up to suffering, that’s the sad truth
Maybe they’ll break your heart, maybe you’ll break their heart and never be able to look at yourself in the same way.
Those are the risks.
In the darkest moment before dawn, a woman returns to her bed. What life is she living? Is it the same life she live an hour ago; a day ago; or a year ago?
The thought of losing so much control of a person’s happiness, is unbaredable.
That’s the burden.
Like wings, they have weight, we feel that weight on our backs, but they are a burden that lifts us.
Burden that allow us to fly.
