You know me. You have heard my name so many times before. I have played my song through the lips of millions, poured my heart out at the view of thousands. You know me, and yet, you don’t know a single thing about me. You think you know my colors, you believe that I am in every blushing shade. You think that I am selfless, that I will never cause you pain. For though I can be as bright and brilliant as the sun, I can also sting and bite like the bitter winter. I am not just joy and I am not just pain. I am Love.
I have told so many of your stories, I have thrived and died though every single one of you and yet, very few of your stories have impressed me. But this story spans a generation of uncommon love.