Perhaps it goes without saying that I’ve always fallen easily. But let’s face it, you tend to be really nice to have around. You have stick-to-it-ness (unlike you’re imposters Crush, Lust, Passion, Adoration, and Idolization). Your loyalty is unwavering. And thus, it is nearly impossible to be disloyal to you. I would die for you, forgive the unforgivable for you, tolerate the intolerable for you, stand by lost hopes for you, work my body to the bone for you, give up my belongings for you, give up myself for you. And your divine reciprocation, whether if only felt for an instant or throughout all eternity, is worth it. But Love, I just wish you were less friendly with Betrayal. I mean, Crush, Lust, Passion, Adoration, and Idolization don’t seem to mind departing at a moment’s notice when he comes around. But you, Love. You stick around even as poison floods veins, rips through organs, and rots the last fiber of one’s very being. You endure wounds that nothing save the virtue of Time is capable of bandaging. But the real difference between you and them, Love, is that even after death, you still survive. And once someone is blessed with your presence, they cannot simply will you to depart. No, Love, you stay. Even if the space you inhabit attempts to numb itself to your presence, your sunbeams sneak through the crevices in stone cold hearts and shed light on dark places. And even when you depart for a time, only to come back to breath new life into to old things, your scent sticks to pillowcases as a reminder you were there. For if we could forget you, Love, we would have no way of remembering you. And if we could not remember you, we would have little reason to seek you. And if we did not seek you, Love, we would be doomed to contend with the impossible swiftness of Crush, Lust, Passion, Adoration, and Idolization.
Perhaps it’s best that you’re so loyal; even to Betrayal. For if your loyalty had limits, your divine presence could not be felt so infinitely. So for that, Love, as I lay here watching steam rise from the hot blood that trickles from my frozen body, I thank you.