I wonder.

If you'd ask a random person in relationship whether what would they prefer... dying or break-up, what would it be?

Because eventually it all comes down to that.


And hey, if you didn't want to die by his side, breaking up is the best thing you could have done.

(Am I talking to people who don't even know this blog exists here again? Oh. Nevermind then.)
(Remember the hope posts/poems? Still think they're one of the best things you can find here. Or for me atleast - I can imagine what I had in mind when writing it more clearly than the goddamn classroom I go to everyday. But well, they have all to do with this post. Actually, they're the complete opposite. Which is making me feel like jerk now. You know, it doesn't really correlate with my definition of love).