Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.
Javan
Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.