What is the essence of love?
I ponder.
The epitome of happiness?
or the everlasting beauty perceived by the blinded eye?
For me,
there is no essence of love.
It is the inexorable truth, you must realise.
Girl meets Boy. Girl falls in love. Girl gets hurt.
Left alone, drowning in memories.
He, who once held her hand and promised of eternal commitment, leaves.
Leaving her bound to the product of her imagination.
what is love then?
fake promises, I believe, is love.