We are always fascinated with stories of vampires and werewolves falling in love with humans, or with hades falling in love with persephone, or with a fallen angel falling in love with the most ordinary girl, maybe because deep in our hearts we believe that love is both a weakness and a strength, that even the darkest of the darkest of us can still get knee weak with love, that even amidst inhuman strengths, amidst problems, darkness, and strife, love could still get in. That love, and only love, could both weaken someone and at the same time, be the driving force of their life. That it was always love, it is always love, and it will always be love, and every change always starts with love. Because love, that’s how the light gets in..




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