Love hurts.

However I will gladly trade the hrs of pain, hurt and torture for just those few brief seconds of happiness with the person ya love.

Every tear shed, every heartbeat skipped, every achin moment is the opportunity cost just to see the smile and hear the laugh of the one you love. Like mentioned before, this path troden upon, is chosen by me, my freewill, my heart, my soul, my all.

Absence indeed makes the heart grow fonder. For me anyway.