Is love alive?

They say love erupts like a flame, it only takes an instant and it’s roaring. Blue and white dance among the orange and yellow glow, and that’s the beginning of love. The flame burns bright, it flickers left and right and all around, a crazy dance, one so uncontrollable. This flame is what secures love. It’s what keep it alive.

But what happens when that flame dies? What happens when the wick is all that’s left. When the fire is gone and just a burnt, blunt end remains. What happens when love dies? Do you try and relight it, even though it seems it just wont take. How many times do you try and get that fire to grow again? How long do you wait before it’s time to throw that wick away?

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