The Finitude of Death and Life
I am overjoyed over our mortality. Because if we were immortal, I wouldn't feel the need to hold your hand. I wouldn't feel the need to love you every day in fear that tomorrow I won't be able to. If we were immortal, I would laugh in deaths' face instead of laughing with the ones in my heart. If I were immortal, I wouldn't know how to love because love would last forever. And therefore, it wouldn't last a day at all.
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