Love is vulnerability. Love screams. Unrequited love destroys. Love is pain. Love is eternal. We hang on to love. We hang on for love. We exist with the absence of love. Occasionally, love is so very close that we can touch it. We feed love. Love feeds us. Sometimes love rules us. Never the opposite. Love is nuits blanches. Sometimes love pulls us apart until death. Sometimes it loves us back. In all its forms, to love is painful. We serve the one we love. We become its slave. Paul was one such slave.
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Slavery
