The limits of love are very ambiguous.
Neither was I kept hostage nor did I try to escape, yet its unbearable ache is unlike any other pain.
The one I loved had every possible signs to not be mine.
Despite that, I have ended up falling for someone that would require a lot of risks to be with…
Sorrows other than the desire for a longing love, does life provide other comforts than the union of a lover ?