Love

How did the stakes get so high? How is it that two people come together and fall in love? How is it that two people independently decide to give their hears to one another ? What is it within us that draws us to love another, to give up all one can of one's self for the joy of another?

It's one of the only truly beautiful, nearly perfect things in life. Simultaneously intricate and straightforward, easy and hard, strong and fragile, eternal and passing.

Love lifts you up and the higher it takes you, the better the view and the longer the fall. Everyday love asks you to make a choice between staying and soaring ever higher or leaving and cutting your losses because no matter how beautiful the story, no matter how true the mate, no matter how giving, how selfless, how valiant, how kind, ". . .time will have his fancy, tomorrow or today," (Auden).

"I suppose we do the best we can with what time we have together," answers M.

"Well that's rather dark, don't you think?" A asks.

"What else can I say, I mean the guy's got a point.

"What point?"

"That we're all going to die someday, that no matter how good we are to one another, one of us is going to die someday."

"Yeah, but why do we have to think about this now?"

"Well, I think the point is to make sure that we don't waste time, that we appreciate it, that we don't take it for granted."

"Do you think that's what we've been doing?"

"Well, no."

"So what's the point of all of this then?"