Just another dose of pure love. Pure but fragile. It seems that the value of love is only visible by comparing with something, either money or life. Only the reality presents us something more unbearable than material loss, time and change.
It seems that the crossroad never comes at the peak of your emotion when you won't hesistate to proceed along your direction, but at the time that you have the least faith and hope. Overall, everyday is still very much the same, and the drama that one expects to experience at his/her readiness never occurs. It's just like that the chance of dying of an accident is neglegible comparing to dying of decaying and aging.
Finally, it comes back to ourselves. Most of time, it's not about how strong love can be, it's about how much everyday work you are willing to take to maintain that love. It's again like the health and youth, you need to exercise everyday to keep your body as fresh as you were in your 20's. Well, of couse, for convenience and laziness, you can dream about dying in a drammatic accident at 20 when love just begins and your body just matures, since that saves a great deal of labour and hard work. But I doubt this reveals the true illumination of life or love.
