Love After Death

The biggest lesson that life has taught me isn't about life itself. It's that love continues. Love does not stop after you have watched the one you love, say goodbye. Love doesn't even falter when your love has died. It goes on. 

It keeps whispering to you, saying how much it cares. It keeps saying, "Love me back." And you do. Because it's seductive and romantic and beautiful. It doesn't stop, not when you die, and not when it fades.

 You can try and deny it. It's kind of useless, though. You can try and protest when your heart picks itself out of its chest and soars. That's really very pointless, though. Once it's finished flying, it will return to tell you, "This is the one."

And there are all sorts of love. There's romantic. There's platonic. There's familial. And though each type is different, it has one thing in common...

Love can break your heart. It'll cause you so much pain that you gasp for breath. And yet... When the pain is gone, love is still there. Love keeps on, like I said before. It endures and it copes and it prays for the next time like the first time never really happened.

I guess that's what life is about, love I mean. There's all sorts of ways to die, all sorts of ways to live... But only one way to love -- Fully, completely, and absolutely. You don't give up on life, because of love. You don't give up on love, because of life. It's a full cycle. It's beautiful.

Now, I don't have a real good firsthand experience of this, but I'm going to try and describe it.

Love is beautiful. Love is pleasure, and it is pain. Love is something that doesn't go away. Love is something you carry with you, always, for everyone you've ever loved. It doesn't go away after death - it doesn't go away after heartbreak.

It continues.