Recently my friend and I had a funeral for love, at my request. I don't think I'm proud of it, but I know I'm not ashamed. My mind is filled with questions and I think I've sorted through and found the answers I require.
Is love dead?
Maybe, the love I felt before may be. But I can still find new love.
One shouldn't say love is dead completely, maybe they never even found it. But at least it was alive at one point. It's thriving somewhere, it needs someone to cultivate it.
But many times two people can't take care of it together, they need a different match.
Hope that helps!
