An intense love, like two tornadoes ravaging the world as they sweep towards each other – tearing structures to shreds, tossing debris into the air, flattening every object in their path. One tornado blasts its way across the Pacific Ocean and arrives on Asia's shores, crushing ancient civilisations as it moves purposefully, deliberately towards the other, which incinerates jungle after forest after field in its equally ferocious journey through the Americas.
A complex love, like a 5,000-piece jigsaw puzzle we start tackling first at the corners, before building the edges and sides to slowly form a complete image over many years – one granular piece of detail at a time. The jigsaw is a patchwork of our individual lives, experiences and identities – constantly evolving misshapen pearls which, before our eyes, merge and marry into a pure picture of our shared soul.
A hopeful love, like a dog walking to meet his master at the train station every day at 5.30pm without fail (and without having to be taught). A dog which, even when his master doesn't make it home one evening, because he has died at work, continues to wait at the platform. He sees his master's train come to a stop and the doors open, and his master fail to appear – but he stays there a while longer, just in case. His face bears the brunt of 100mph winds from a dozen subsequent trains speeding past. At midnight, the station closes. The dog returns to his master's home and sleeps in his kennel, repeating the routine the next day and – such is his loyalty – every day for his remaining 14 years.
Our love is this.
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