Love is black or white—never gray, never uncertain. It is either whole or it is not at all. Love does not linger in half-measures, nor does it thrive in doubt. It is either a flame that burns with truth and devotion or a fading ember lost to indifference. True love does not hesitate, does not waver; it stands firm in its choice, in its commitment, in its depth. Love is not a maybe—it is either everything or nothing at all.