Descension

Prelude

        People often say that love hurts. Looking back on my life I would disagree. Love is great, it's the lack of it, the loss of it, that hurts. It's the feeling of having someone who genuinely cares about you ripped out of your life. It's the lonely nights and quiet moments filled with longing. If you had asked me a year ago I would have told you that fantasy love doesn't exist. It's a fabrication of a desperate heart and a creative mind. I would have told that you the epic love you read about in romance novels and see in fantasy films cannot exist in reality because our world thrives on the notion of self preservation and self advancement. In that notion is the ingrained belief that we should first look out for ourselves. There is a sense of pride and entitlement. That we deserve all the best things in life, even at the cost of others not having anything. Rarely do we come across a love so pure that it triggers a absolute feeling of selflessness. A surrendering of ones own comforts in order to assure the happiness of the one you love. That is the kind of love I have been lucky enough to experience. This is my story.