Love is a willing sacrifice of self: your ego, your interests, your becoming, your being, with the reckless abandon of a child that does not know deep waters take your breath away figuratively and then literally.
But you love, even without any promise of tomorrow, because however fleeting it might be, like a shooting star, it unmasked all your wishes and carries them to a place where they do not have to be real to come true.
To love and be loved is man’s greatest beauty and surest pitfall.
– Osasu Oviawe