Every person we love changes us.
We can feel them running through our veins, beating with our hearts; they breathe in every breath of ours; their ideas are mirrors for our opinions, lessons to learn or examples to forget.
We hopeless become a little bit the people we love, we can’t avoid it.
Affection is an infection: we blemish our souls with theirs and we can never get clean again.
To love is to die.
We die in every Love and in every Love we live again.