Love is the lie that keeps us alive.

As we wait, wait, wait for something new.

It never comes, yet it seems to always be around the corner.

We always think we will move on.

We always think that this pain is temporary.

We always think, that love if real.

And if it wasn’t for the thought of love.

Of a life better than what we are presented with now.

Of a life, where we find love.

None of us would move on.

Through the pain.

The tears.

The struggle.

If it weren’t for the hope that some day, we may be happy.

The world would be a much uglier place.

Full of darkness.

Full of anger.

Full of death.

Love is the lie that keeps us alive.