A thorn protects a rose, harming only those who would steal the blossom. but he who dares not grasp the thorn should never crave the rose, for the rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart. And love? The best kind of love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more. the kind that plants the fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. When you love someone, you love the whole person, just as they are and not how you want them to be. Love is not finding a perfect person. It is seeing an imperfect person perfectly.
When we are in love, we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before. And to some, it is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all. For these people, one thing is certain, and it is this: Where there is love, there is life. Because we are most alive when we are in love. For me, I fell in love the way one would fall asleep. Slowly, and then all at once. And if I know what love is, it is because I met you. I love you, in ways you have never been loved, for reasons you have never been told, and for longer than you think you deserved, and with more than you will ever know existed inside of me. you are the light of my world, the melody of my heart, and the love of my life.
But this is not a love story. It is my life, and as such, there is love. loss. war. death. and sacrifice. It is about the things that needed to be done and the choices that were made. Because everything you are comes from the choices that you have made and will make. I believe that we are solely responsible for our choices, and that we must accept the consequences of every deed, word, and thought throughout our lifetime. Why? Because every action has a reaction. Everything we do has a consequence of one kind or another. And sometimes, it is the smallest choices that will change your life forever.
Yes, this is the story of my life. It is about the choices I made, the places I went, and the people I met along the way. But this is also about so much more than just the life I chose to lead. No, this is not only the story of how I lived. On the contrary, it is the story of how I died. but death is not an end. It is never an end. It simply just is not that simple. Death, my friends, is a beginning. Death remains a door opening and not a door closing. It is the beginning of a new story. My name is Grave Bordeaux, and this is my story.