When whatever you love dies,
Why love?
Why suffer the pain that it causes you to loose them?
Agonizing pain.
Millions of tears shed.
Countless hours spent thinking of he past.
The Dance.
That is the reason to love.
It is better for what you love to die,
Than it is to have never loved at all.
The Dance you had.
The laughter.
The fun.
The happiness and joy shared.
Every good moment you spent together.
No,
The bad ones too.
The Dance.
You choose your partner.
You choose the music.
And you choose to live in the moment,
Not in the future.
Not in the past.
Focus on the Dance.
Right her,
Right now.
