They say people who are meant for each other will always find themselves without trying, but I guess mankind is scared of working for a love that truly means they're meant for each other, one that tries and chooses the same person time and time again.
A love that doesn't hold back, not one purely of transaction, but of intense giving away of oneself to each other, not seen as a burden but a soft caress, one that holds you even if it might never get reciprocated, a yearning so pure and undefiled that makes one come to love the soul very deeply.
A love that crosses the very constructs of time and space to choose and keep choosing.
I choose to keep choosing you time and time again, even if you never come to love me back in the same way, and if you do, I'll still love you with every being of mine.
Meet me at the bridge where it all started.
Yours sincerely,
Love.