Love is such an abundant word. It's because it's infinite and limitless as long as you allow it to be. You can give and receive it all the time as long as you allow it. We can be in love with our family, with friends, with our lover, with nature, and with anything we want to be in love with.
It's a luxury anyone can enjoy at any time and at any place. But for someone like me, who grew up in order to kill someone, who was raised in anguish and vengeful thoughts, someone who was fed by my own blood, sweat, and tears, it's a luxury I can only enjoy for a short time. Especially that the subject of that luxury is someone I can't and shouldn't have loved in the first place.
That luxury you all enjoy easily. That luxury you always take for granted. For me, it's just a temporary luxury. And it's called love.
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I was having breakfast when I received a call from Captain Mauro.
That's odd...
