Every love asks first, when it knocks on your door - can you jump from the window for me? Can you cut open your chest? Every love asks, can you fly with your arms amputated, together with me?
When love knocks on your door, it is not to leave soon. It has to go to some mountain or valley. To an ocean or a river. It comes to your house without any plan, and it wants to know if you are going to drown with it or not.
Love allows you ample time for a thorough death.