As long as you live, may you always remember that you were never born to love, rather you were born to save yourself. We are not capable of affection even if we think we are, because what sustains us is the belief that we, as humans are never complete, and in the back of our minds we never wish to be, but it’s surprising how easily we assume that someone can complete us. We’re spread across all of the island, some on the cliffs, others on the shore. Sometimes we wish to catch, other times, fall. But we can never love. When we think we love someone we are simply tempted, that we are able to accept their differences, and we hope that they do the same for us. We connect because we suffer or we have suffered, we connect through the similar miseries and sorrows. But no, we can never love. Affection is misery. It is a surrender. But in its completeness, affection is non-existent. But affection, in its own true non-existent self may have bee