"Love is a flame, a Devils thing"

I have been meaning to write about this for some time now.

I saw a picture of them once. It made my heart skip a couple of beats and... Well, it wasn't a nice feeling. But there was something in it that made me keep looking. And after a while I realized what it was. In that captured moment, she looks happy. Like in that moment, everything she needed to feel well was there. And not only did she look happy. He did too.

In one way it broke my heart. But in another it made me glad. I felt glad that she felt like that. And I felt glad that she was with someone who felt like that about being with her. And how could I possibly stand in the way of something like that? Where would the honour be in that? And even if I could do something, what good would that do? Make us all miserable?

I guess that is one of the things that saves this.