Who told you to stay, getting too attached? No one ever told you there would be something more. Crying is the worst thing you could do. No one ever told you it would be for you. Love isn't a gift. Nothing here is rewarded. Feeling longing and jealousy is uncontrolled love. Love is just a fruit that comes from necessity, maintaining its importance in what is freedom. Freedom is a passage, a portal of consciousness where happiness comes from every experience. Love isn't a house, much less a street. Love has no limits; it goes all the way to the moon. It always lives in two faces of light, clear and dark. It always shines on two sides, making its own sculpture.