What’s love if you didn’t take a risk? The risk to give all of yourself to the point of selfdestruction. What’s the point in fearing to lose yourself in someone else, committing yourself in a relationship, compromise your own selfish needs for your other half? What’s the point of living if you have never felt that endless pool of love, then have it rip out your heart to put you back into reality?
Love, live, life.
Then do it all over again.