Because it is better to have loved and died Than to have died without it.
Of this, I firmly believe.
βMy dear, Find what you love and let it **** you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it **** you and let it devour your remains. For all things will **** you, both slowly and fastly, but itβs much better to be killed by a lover. ~ Falsely yoursβ