Sometimes the one who is running from the LifeDeathLife nature insists on thinking of love as a boon only. Yet love in its fullest form is a series of deaths and rebirths. We let go of one phase one aspect of love and enter another. Passion dies and is brought back. Pain is chased away and surfaces another time. To love means to embrace and at the same time to withstand many endings and many many beginnings- all in the same relationship.
Our love was covered in fur yet I was the only one who wanted to pet it.