“Treating love like life, is the same as wanting your way. You will be inclined to cheat. Then, you will lose. Then, you will play by the rules, knowing that what has been lost, was valuable, though cannot be taken back.”– Modern Romanticism
“How often to weep, dear one? We are not so much different, as you might believe. I bite my own tears, swear myself to my own fears, in dire belief that I will wake up to your silence. Why do you cry, my love? There is no danger. The world might be burning, though there you are, comforted by arms that do not release the trembling you.”– Modern Romanticism
“Anything else, I could outweigh myself from, outmaneuver myself from, outclass myself from. Besides you, all else could be shut like the sun that crosses the gap of the entire sky. Left in the darkness, I begin to dream. I begin to stare. Upon walls that are buried in black, I still see you, imprinted in sanctified white. You are beautiful, even in your sadness. I cannot give you up. For if I did, I’d quit my soul.”– Modern Romanticism
“How can a person ever be wronged to glorify the power of love? We are nothing without it. Evolution is impossible, without it. For no insect could one day become an elephant, without love. Why do we say that to love, is not realistic? Why do we say of someone in love, they are never realistic? Love is idealistic, and purely so. We are ambitious, in love. We are wishful, in love. We yearn, in love. We sometimes weep for small parts of that love, being shredded away. Love is a glory. It is highest. It cannot be measured. It cannot be fathomed. It cannot be stated as a greater, middling, or a lesser. For there is no competition, in love. We are both strong and weak, at the same time, in love. We are beautiful, fragile, and crippled, in love, because everything is on display for who we trust, the most. Everything is engulfed, in love. Everything is swallowed, in love.
Love is the earthquake that keeps shaking our heart, to the confusion of why that is. We should know it as merely love.”– Modern Romanticism
“No guilt should be felt, upon realizing one is weak, while in love. Love is that, a strength and a weakness. Knees tremble, hands quivers, because we care for what we may lose. Love is that, an emotion that encapsulates all other emotions. We realize that our finding, being that love, cannot go, without us losing ourselves, as well. Love is that, a reflection that makes us not want to see anything else, be distracted by anything else, be satisfied with anything else.”– Modern Romanticism
“It is never planned to fall in love. One either does, or doesn’t. One stumbles in the dark, before love is fallen into, like walking off a cliff.
Love happens on accident, not by choice. It occurs, because our distractions have been turned to focus.
Are we distracted by our love? If not, we are focused on it, never to release our gaze.”– Modern Romanticism