Life is a beautiful- mess, Nothing makes much sense, The beauty we get used to,has an ugly truth hidden, It destroys our mind peace, slowly turning us so very cold, there is no more lively enjoyment left, and it makes me sad, & it is sad to see life so dead , alive that it makes the death like an escape from life's surrender, half dead life.
We live so that we may love. This love makes life worth living So what happens when we aren't with the one we love? What happens is that we lose that life We become a shadow of what we once were. Doesn't it make sense to try to strip away this shadow? To return to the light of our life ridding us of that terrible shadow Life is for love Love is **life
If somebody misses somebody that you love, just remember that you aren't alone most people are missing somebody from their life.