Afraid to Die Loveless Because I think if you die without knowing love in this life, that's how you'll spend eternity. Alone. Frozen.
Death Is only the easy way out if you are the one who dies.
Memory is a tenuous thing, like a rainbow's end or a camera with a failing lens.
You deserve good things, and I want to be one of them.
Think of how they must have loved when all they had was each other.
Why doesn't love come with an owner's manual?