Once we find love, everything changes. Before I did so regularly pray "Do me the things of death, that I may die." Now, I don't want it anymore. In fact, the very thought scares me! Now I only beg for the maintenance of my sorry life, that I may continue loving, and be loved, and love more. Since all else seems unimportant outside the love I have for him, so if I were to die, what great loss there would be to my love. The only comfort is the superexistence of love outside all emotions and matter. But I still do pray, May I live that I may love.
That love didn't call back. So I gathered my things.❤
When love doesn't call you back in the morning. Toss out that can of questions and start again tomorrow somewhere different.