just to know tht she listens... even though there is hatred. That their is war between everyone, we still have that one connection. 1 thin line that allows for emotion. Just a speck of hope. AND THAT is what makes me know that being sad is worth it. Crying is worth it. because in the end maybe we find each other... so I'm holding on to tht maybe. As long as she's tugging on the end. Whether i lose family or not. Whether I die in the process. She's worth it. That is the definition of love.