Richard YatesDying for love might be pitiable, but it wasn't much different, finally, from any other kind of dying.
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When someone dies because of love, people often grieve their loss. It's easy to feel pity for the person who died, but to die for love is different. When someone dies for love, they are choosing to die. They are willing to sacrifice themselves to get what they want. This is not the same as giving up on someone who's no longer worth it; it's about finding something worth living for.
Source: Cold Spring Harbor
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