Mm.

It's hard.

A sense of loyalty that holds even when an ocean of pain descends upon it.

Why?

What is it made of?

This sense of loyalty.

Selfishness.

Caring.

A harmony. A harmony that even when drowned within pain still sounds clear.

Calling out a promise, a war-cry, to fight off the dreaded loneliness that resides in all of us. A hand intertwining with your own, holding tight as the wave hits. We all reach, farther than we think we could, and we find a hand. That'll hold so tight its nigh impossible to become free from. A sense of loyalty that only be found in the one that's transversed the ocean on their own for longer than they ever should have. Then, for whatever reason, they learn to swim. To find others such as themselves and hold on for dear life, swearing that they will never leave.

But its hard.

Yet we stand still and let it hit. And hit, and hit. And still we do not let ourselves drown. We are attached to that person so strongly, even if they try to shake you off...you can't help but hang on even stronger. Feeling as if they would return to loneliness again. Or, we would ourselves.

Selfishness.

Caring.

Which do you see first?

A harmony that survives the greatest pressure that pain can make.

Loyalty.

And perhaps, even love.

Love makes the loyalty stronger. Its bonds tighter. Through loyalty and love, one can survive the greatest pain, if one does not let fear creep into their hearts. Fear and uncertainty, are loyalty and love's only weakness.

So don't be afriad.