I believe, there are many, types of lasting love. As unique a number as there are people...
[ Kaspar has to think on this a moment to be truthful, a gathering of sentiments he once knew and has come to know once again. A different burn. Even with the pause, words come easier now with the tug of honesty and alcohol spurring him forward into a whisper and a drifting gaze. ]
Though... there is little point in fretting over longevity. The unknown. Deep enough love never fully dies, it is forged eternal. Parts may change as the world around you, yet the essence remains. Living in the tender scars upon your soul that will never entirely heal. And you do not wish them to, so that you might press and remember what it is to love and be loved.
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[ Kaspar has to think on this a moment to be truthful, a gathering of sentiments he once knew and has come to know once again. A different burn. Even with the pause, words come easier now with the tug of honesty and alcohol spurring him forward into a whisper and a drifting gaze. ]
Though... there is little point in fretting over longevity. The unknown. Deep enough love never fully dies, it is forged eternal. Parts may change as the world around you, yet the essence remains. Living in the tender scars upon your soul that will never entirely heal. And you do not wish them to, so that you might press and remember what it is to love and be loved.