I’ll say yes.
Some time ago (back when my aunt and uncle were getting a divorce), I was asked if I believed in love. I didn’t give a definite answer.
Because I’m still young and relatively inexperienced. I know love exists; I’ve read about it, seen it in movies and think I’ve felt it.
But no; I don’t believe it can last forever, don’t believe in its beauty and I certainly, don’t believe all of us are meant to find it.
I’m not sure how long love lasts or how many emotions it brings. I cannot measure or predict love so I’ll just assume it is there like we blindly do with other divinities.
I’ll never, ever, take it for granted because that could shatter its magic. I’ll wait patiently for its arrival and (upon inspired,) write my own stories.
As I sort of have with this poem.
