Every moment lived soon turns to a distant memory.

It’s easy to write about love when you’re not in love. You romanticize the being of it, you give meaning to the word. But when you are in love, you realize it’s not really the being you imagined it to be. Love is twice the pain than the beauty, I want to be so alive, so free, so happy and at peace that nothing, nobody has the power to affect me. I want to love myself to an extent that no love is greater than the love I give myself.