The flip side of pain is love, and what is love but a vehicle to keep us from dying a new death every day? Love is also a gateway to disappointment and heartbreak and insecurity. One cannot have a well-lived existence without the sweet agony of wallowing in The Big Three -- d / h / i -- at various junctures along Life's Rocky Road. It's better than flying solo, right? The fear of being alone makes for tenuous bedfellows.
Rlargusa: He lived louder than love.
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