Love is defying everything for something they call everything.
The irony of ironies.
For TIME is the greatest WEAPON and LOVE is the greatest WARRIOR.
And pain is the price.
A way of ironic happiness.
Cause if pain is the only way to feel their presence, then I say, let the pain remain, let the wounds get deeper and never heal. Let scar be just a yonder hope of healing but will never be, but just a make-believe illusion that will keep you moving on but carrying with you those poignant sweet memories.
For only time could understand love and only love could endure time.