Death of Love

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
Author unknown by me

I found this quote on line today. It speaks volumes in such few sentences. My question is, how do you know when love is really dead? Maybe, when you have to ask the question…