And so it goes

The curse of love is one will always love more, give more, be more, and always feel alone.
The other was once this person but grew tired and became the very thing that broke them.
One will desperately strive to stay to be loved the same.
The other will always be an arms length away ready to walk at any moment.
Love is suffering.
Love is pain.
Love will eat you alive until you become hollow and drain the very thing that once gave you purpose and life.
You truly die innocent, or live long enough to become corrupted. So the cycle goes.
And so it goes.