Beloved Milo

Love. To Milo, love is like a labyrinth. Though you believe you have escaped from the intricate twists and turns, the worst may still await beyond the next corner.

>"I'm not afraid of falling in love because of the risk, but because I am afraid that I will be the only one falling...", Milo would say constantly. "Why...worry about love? It has an enduring concept, but it can carry baggage and I have...enough of that already."

Is fear of Love really at necessary? Maybe not, but Milo, he wouldn't know that.

>"On the contrary!~", His guy friend would say. "Love...it may carry baggage, but doesn't everyone? No matter how pure, no individual is as pristine or as perfect as you would hope and that's quite alright.~"

His warm chuckle would always conclude this statement. A statement so sincere, so pure. It was hard to believe that Milo discovered him so easily. Milo's first...love.

"March 9th, 2006. 10:00 PM. That's when I first had fallen in love. The first time I had begun the journey into the sacred labyrinth, called love...", he said wryly, feeling his heart ache. "And...the last."

Read along as Milo chases after, not only his love, but his sanity. Love is not concise. There are no ultimate variables, and no outlined paths. "Let the heart guid you. Let it be your GPS, Milo.~"
{Do you think he can?~ -Dove}

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