Is it trivial to love? Why do we hold onto something so fleeting? Perhaps it is that we fear fading away into nothing, with no one to be remembered by.
Is that why we fall in love? Truthfully I couldn’t tell you. Maybe I’m broken inside, or too cynical.
Maybe it's the wilting flowers of a wedding bouquet that tell us what love is. They tell us it's a choice.
A choice to reach for fingers you fear are slipping away from you. A choice to pick up the broken vase after a messy night of screaming and tears.
After the enrapturing nature of a lover wears off, it's a choice to welcome them into your bed once again.
It’s a choice to hold them as they cry. It’s a choice to stay with them as they die.