True love is not searched for, but rather welcomed by the waiting arms of all who believe in it

I'm done pretending like this doesn't bother me,
I'm done wearing the mask I adore,
I tried not to love you with all of me
And I fell again... Cradled by the cold, bare, floor.

In my eyes, I saw you as a beautiful queen
In my heart, I knew I was growing to love you
In my soul, I knew you'd turn
In my mind, I knew you wouldn't stay.
So tell me, dearest, who is to blame?

May you be secretly hiding your love,
Thinking I wouldn't want you
Little do you know, I love you too

Upon my stoop it mocks and haunts
I look through its dead, crimson eyes,
I shall never give it what it wants,
My eternal soul

Not a good end to my day. Already a little off from the goodbyes, that one damn song I adore and could listen to for hours but makes me cry good and bad tears, and I am just so fed up with everything. I hate my emotions sometimes. I really freaking do.

There is never truly a setting sun, yet only a rising one.

"We loved with a love that was more than love"

They say two is better than one, it's true.
They say if you're truly made for each other, you're two halves becoming one.
Then isn't the "two is better than one" saying null and void?

A heart that sings is a heart in love... Can you hear my song?