Love Won't Work Alone

Coasting on the wings of life flies the body of uncertainty. An expanse so great not even the strongest of loves can cross it. Gestures taken for granted, soft words ignored. The indecision of a torn between love and happiness holds the power to destroy the greatest truths. How does one overcome such treachery? Do we accept the inevitable and live life as is? Do we fight to the end over the prospect of a perfect love? Is there even such a thing? The ideals of a perfect love lie solely in the eyes and hearts of the participating parties. Two hearts intertwined as one functioning body, one for the sake of the other. Beating in unison, pumping synonymously. Powered by the most sensitive of signals, capable of being thrown askew by the faintest of disturbances. But once disturbance has occurred, is there room for reconciliation? Or does the heart stay bruised forever, each blow damaging the heart slightly more until the point finally comes where the heart can no longer fulfill it's duties. When the flat line is upon us and trust no longer holds those hearts together, it becomes apparent that love won't work alone.