"You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love." By Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena.
Overwhelming force that bares the soul to another person and oneself because it serves as self-examination of the nature in the truest form. Suffering, causing pain, anguish, emotional exhaustion and the intensity of longing for someone can be intertwined an also seen like the pavement to adoration and love.
"You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love." By Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena.
Overwhelming force that bares the soul to another person and oneself because it serves as self-examination of the nature in the truest form. Suffering, causing pain, anguish, emotional exhaustion and the intensity of longing for someone can be intertwined an also seen like the pavement to adoration and love.
They do have an intense form of love.