It’s not the two of them.
It’s not the beauty or the partnership that two people have.
It’s not what we all want.
It’s a robbery. It’s not a gift.
It’s ugly destruction of the mind, but never the spirit.
But it’s not love. It’s love in spite of it.
Love in the depths of an ongoing battle. Love whilst losing, forgetting, and regaining. Love through pestilence.
It’s not a love story. It’s a story, woven with commitment, loyalty and love.
But death is not their love story.
Their life together is.