It is the act of putting another person's happiness before your own.
That is why love can hurt.
Such an act of self-sacrifice and self-neglect can severely damage a person.
Only when love. . . real love. . . is appreciated and reciprocated can a person heal and remember to love once more.
Alas, it is a vicious cycle and life's ultimate jest.
And I am a fool because I love.
And because I love, I hurt.
And only the one I love can stop the pain.
Love is the only thing worth living for despite being the universe's great joke. . .
