Love is everywhere. It’s here. It’s there.
It’s in me. It’s in you. Without, you cannot do.
It’s what keeps you warm on icy winter days.
When the world seems to be giving up underneath its frozen blanket, buried in its own despair.
When the aching burns on, like a flame lit from inside out, eating you; destroying you.
When your lips turn blue and the tips of your fingers mellow to a cool, chilling purple.
When a fireplace or a blanket cannot simply protect you from the emptiness inside.

Sometimes, this love cannot save you.
Only you can save yourself.
Within you there is a different fire.
A fire that is not lit by a single ache or pain.
It does not die out.
It was lit the day you opened your eyes and witnessed the horrific masterpiece the world is and the beautiful tragedy it would become.

It’s the glimmer in your eye, when the light catches in your iris and covers it in glossy adamance.
It’s the intensity in your gaze, full of purpose and broken desperation.
It’s feeling lost and wandering the streets at midnight questioning everything you know.
It’s never turning back.
Because moving on is the only thing that can save you now.

The single idea that this doesn’t end here.
There’s a story to be told.
There’s a lesson to be learned.
There’s a life to be lived.
Go live it.