supernova

My love is mine. No one can take it away from me. Love isn't a weakness; it is beautiful. Even when it hurts; especially when it hurts.

That may sound morbid, but there is a beauty knowing the pain you feel in lost love is directly proportional to how much you loved them. You cannot ride the high without coming down.

That being said, fiery love is not sustainable. It either simmers and stabilises, slowly burning but still beautifully warm, or it explodes like a supernova, destructive and irreconcilable.