They say that love is something that is worth fighting for. That it fills a hole inside of us that nothing else can. Love is what people spend their whole lives searching for, yearning for.
And yet, people skim over the fact that it is the one thing that can destroy the most intimate parts of your soul. That it brings some to their knees in agony, and that with love comes the inevitable war. Internal and, in some cases, external.
As if it's worth all the pain, and complications.
Finding one's soulmate is for some, their biggest dream, or wish. Most creatures in this gods forsaken world would give anything to find the one person that was made for them, fated for them. Me? There's not a chance in hell that I would search for the one thing that has the capability, the power, to destroy me. I did a damn good job at avoiding it too. For the most part.
Who am I? Why am I so cynical and pessimistic? Oakley's the name, and staying indifferent is how to win love's game.
Obrigado pela leitura!
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