what's there to gain in a love full of pain? why choose to stay when there's nothing left to say? why does you heart long for love when there's no sign of it coming from above? why do we keep up the chase when it's only us against time in this race? why do we choose to live this way if it's not always a price we must pay? pursuing pain isn't necessary but we do it to earn a medal that we carry. why do we choose to live this way pondering life's questions, we tend to do so through chapters and sections. the subjects change as time goes on but it's always the same, nothing is decided upon.
i don't fully understand why i wrote this, but it made me think about what people do and why we do what we do. this is about all types of love: romantic and platonic. i thought of the first line and kinda let it flow from there, enjoy.