Love is nothing if not brutal

And I am a masochist.  

As brutal as love is I can safely say that it’s survivable.  I know this because if a broken heart could kill you, I would have died a thousand times.  But yet my heart remains open, quite possible growing stronger after every impact of an expired, failed or unrequited love. 

If I leave one mark or impression on this world, let it be remembered that to know me was to know love (in various forms) and that the love I gave was of the fiercest, deepest, and most sincere nature. 

There is no spectrum, there is no reservation. Go big or go home.