He asks me what I’m going to do, as he leaves. I tell him I’m going to jump out of this 7th-floor window, he thinks I’m joking of course. But deep down, that is all I want to do. Jump out of a window, feel the end of my life. That’s all.
He tells me to not do it here. And that’s what anyone has to ever say. Even though it brushed off as a joke, which it isn’t for me anymore – it’s never the right time to end your life, it always revolves around other peoples conveniences. Even your death is going to be an inconvenience, just like your life.
Love doesn’t die with death. Love is like liquid, when it pours out it seeps into others’ lives. Love changes form and shape. Love gets into everything. Death doesn’t conquer all but love does. Love wins every single time. Love wins by lasting through death. Love wins by loving more, loving again, loving without fear.
She Was Sea 
Love doesn’t die with death. Love is like liquid, when it pours out it seeps into others’ lives. Love changes form and shape. Love gets into everything. Death doesn’t conquer all but love does. Love wins every single time. Love wins by lasting through death. Love wins by loving more, loving again, loving without fear.
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