The untruest lie anyone has ever uttered: "love will come"
It doesn't come it happens.
It doesn't break but bends.
It isn't fleeting but a permance in your being.
It doesn't wither or die. It becomes a part of who you are.
It doesn't make you less of who you but makes you what you are.
It isn't fate but destiny written in something more eternal than the stars.
It doesn't waver in affection but stands strong throughout time.
It doesn't leave but stays.
It doesn't change. It's eternal