Brave is the man who calls himself a lover

In the middle of the night, he rests his head on her shoulder, and she understands the child within him. After all, he becomes forever indebted to her love.

The two of them meet and part in the quiet of the night, and every moment they spend together feels worth a thousand years. As they say, love is a foolish act. Yet even after knowing this, they become foolish and mad for each other.

Sometimes, he is lost in an Excel sheet while she simply wants to talk. Slowly, they become distant, cold, and silent toward each other. They offer their final act of love through absence.

They loved each other to the core, and then they hated each other to the core. Because love burns like a cigarette. Eventually, everything beautiful burns.

So does life.

Not everything needs to have a future. Some momentary joys are worth living for.