Find what you love.

 

(This is what I wanted to do for my Valentine... but feedback was that it might be a tad dark.)

My dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.

~ Falsely yours

Charles Bukowski. (Or was it?)