The only obsession everyone wants: 'love.' People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you're whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You're whole, and then you're cracked open.
Don't write your name on sand, waves will wash it away. Don't write your name in sky, wind may blow it away. Write your name in the hearts of people, that's where it will stay.