“Ultimately, though, love…is death. Because to love someone—and I mean truly, truly love someone—your heart…your soul…are tethered to theirs. So, when they die, you die too. Air might still enter your lungs. Your heart might still beat. Blood might still pump in your veins. But you’re not alive. Not really. Not anymore. That part of you that made you you died along with them. You might laugh or smile, but it will be empty. It will be meaningless. Everything will be empty without them. You’ll live your days like a zombie, coasting through life but never really living, waiting eagerly for the
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