by Kisato.
What is love?Is it warmth, devotion… or the softness that makes us stay?Or is it— the obsession that survives even when everything else is gone; the madness of choosing one person over the entire world? Some call love poetry. Others dismiss it as nothing more than chemistry. But if love is just gentle,why does it lead us to violence in many ways?If love is just an illusion,why are we willing to lose everything for it?So… What is Love?Love is not an answer. It is a choice. A price. A chain… and perhaps, the only salvation.
