How exactly can I put into words the cruel mistress that is life?
Maybe if I tried to draw a picture and placed it on a paper for you, you'd grasp it but I really can't. And I don't know if I ever would be able to when the constant bombs thrown are bound to destroy our world. Zeus had given me the opportunity to walk away despite knowing the rejection could potentially kill him before but I had chosen to remain through thick and thin because that was what love involved. It wasn't always this beautiful thing, it could be messy, frustrating and bound to tempt you to pull your hair out but as humans we keep coming back for more.
