Love is a many pronged thing, snaking its way past undiscovered crevices- making its way into the deepest part of us -- Till a causally said line like- ' we should just be friends' finally causes breaking strain
And yes, the heart is a fragile thing - After every disaster, every koss, we tell ourselves- no ' I will not fall in love again' - yes, the heart is fragile
so are dreams, hopes, families, and even bodies too
But I would rather recollect a life misspent on fragile things than one spent avoding moral debt
So the only uestion to be asked - really- now- is this
When the lights are off, and the sound of applause has died- when all the audience to this great drama has moved away- when finally, there is a need to be taken home
Will you still be there - witing in the wings- helping him clean up, helping him sort out the mess on the stage- putting him to sleep ??