O RLY? True, actually. However, Ballistic Fists. All of them. Forever. It's a shotgun. ON A FIST. Love that thing (no pun intended).
Well, after some consideration, a came to a conclusion. Love is not infinite. It ends. There is no sense in being sad if someone doesn't love you anymore, none at all. There is, however, sense in being sad if someone cannot love you anymore. I am talking, of course, of death. You shouldn't be sad that your girlfriend dumped you, but it's appropriate if she died during your relationship. If someone can still love you, but can't express it, feel happy. They love you, and that's all you need. You don't need flowers, or a hug, or even their presence. If they love you, that's it. Hate is the opposite. If someone stops hating you, feel free to feel happy. If someone dies, and cannot hate you, feel sorrow, or feel nothing. One should never feel pleasure or happiness in the great misfortune of others. Misfortune is just fine to laugh at, but if they die, grieve them. A part of your life is gone, and can never return. And that is why I don't hate, and why I try not to love.
