love's reason
We're Broken People
A soldier.
A comrade.
A friend.
Alone on the battlefield, frozen in time.
All for you.
So let me ask, was it courage that made him take that shot in your place, was it courage that he was willing to suffer for you?
No.
It was courage, yes, but it's true nature was nothing bold.
Love. It was love.
Love as simple and pure as white roses.
A mother.
A sister.
A daughter.
Lying on that stark white hospital bed, icy, clammy hands clutching at the fragile form of a newborn infant.
He is her first child, her first miracle.
Yet he is her last light, her last regret.
And her hands go limp around his tiny fingers.
Why did she sacrifice her life, to give another breath?
Why did she take the risk, knowing she might not be lucky enough to make it out alive?
She was brave, she was courageous.
To go through the pain, to go through the tears, all to bring another from the emptiness into this world.
But really, courage was just its mask.
Its true name was love.
And she loved him before she knew his name.
Because her love was one that transcended space and time.
At the heart of her strength and courage, was a love as pure and light as baby powder.
This was love's heart, and it was simple, it beat as one, it lived for one purpose, and it died for one purpose.
Why do people love each other?
No reason, love is beyond reason, and it is up to you to decide, how far would you go for the reason of love?