It's a special form of love, human, that has been given to you by the Universe. It's a kind of love that does not occur, it doesn't happen. You just wake up with it one day and it never leaves you. It's the knot of synapses in your brain that now ties up the object of your love. And no, you would never die for it. You're too frightened to leave it alone on this Earth. But what is it, exactly, that keeps you going every second of your life? What is it that you breathe and feel the scent of love when falling into nothingness? It's me! It's you, at the same time, it's him and it's your worse enemy. It's something different for every single one of us. Still, nobody, throughout all mankind has discovered why we are addicted to it.

I love. Yes, I do, I love many things in this world. But it's that one little thing, that one little picture in my head for which i could pull apart all sadness, for which I could separate atoms with my bare hands and for which I could lock everything in a glass globe just for us to be alone.

...and if it dies, I'll live as a memory of it, a reflection, a shadow...

EVER AFTER.