I root for love in the darkest of places; I want it to win, I wish it for all of you. But for me, I wouldn’t call upon it.
When I love, I lay down everything.
When I love, I will die if need be – and not just a physical death. There are a million little pieces of me that I will dutifully sacrifice without question.
So, no. I do not wish for love.
I’m not ready to die again.