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Love. Both pure and unrequited. It is the cause of unbridled happiness and endless bliss, yet also the cause of the harshest suffering imaginable. How can something that results in so much happiness be the cause for so much more pain? Is love the ultimate cosmic joke? Is it just some self-fabricated notion to help us cope with the stresses of our fucking meaningless lives. A myth to justify our civility through monogamy? Not that monogamy is a negative, I for one am a strong supporter but to believe it is a reason we are any less savage than any other being on the planet is bullshit. Is it a means to give meaning to our short pathetic lives, to believe we can possibly be the entirety of some other persons world? How fucking selfish can we be, seriously? To want to be the only important thing in someone else's life, get over yourself. For if true love does indeed exist how can one truly love more than one person? And if you can't what is one to do upon losing the one they truly love? These are the fucking questions rushing through my mind as each icy tear carves its way down my face. The questions that I ponder in trying to realize one redeeming quality I may have, one reason that my life, one of nearly 7 billion, could possibly impact this world in even the slightest of ways. My name is Kyran Horne. I'm 19, soon to be 20. 3 days in fact. Horne. Oh how that name haunts me. Regardless the legality of the name Kyran Jay Horne, in my soul my name remains Kyran Anthony Cahill. But when it comes down to it all, I may as well introduce myself as the Cosmic Joker's personal fool. For I am in Love. And no matter how hard I try to deny it, I cannot. And I am selfish, because I do want to be the last thing she thinks about as she drifts into sleep and the first thing on her mind upon awakening every morning. I am in Love, and without her I am lost.