"it was a very curious story of young love
and betrayal and heartache and yet, it was also
none of the above for the very inclination that it
was young love gave way to belief that of course
betrayal and heartache would follow suit, and therefore
it cannot be considered love; for love should be nothing
but pure and stained only by tears of joy. instead they
took the very name of love and ruined it; they turned
roses into violets, they turned happiness into lack thereof
and perhaps the most tragic, they never really loved at all."