They say that love makes you blind, that it somehow has the ability to cover your eyes. When love is at it’s peak, color is all you see. Since you are standing in a first person perspective, you can’t see beyond the imperfections. The cracks that have been formed along the pavement. This is when love has fallen, this is when pitch black rises. But love is meant to be multiplied. Love is an emotion far too compacted. It can’t really be explained, but it’s meant to be felt.
