yeah, so, you always hear about Love, about This, about That, about whatever pops into someone's head and, well, it's now my turn, and i'm pretty sure that no one wants to hear/wants to read what i have to say about the subject, seeing as how i have non to speak of, but i think you'd like to hear another take on it, on Love.
Love is jealousy. Love is atonement. Love is forgetting to be remembered and to feel horrible for it. Love is losing, because you can only gain from there. Love is the brushings of a musing, of a word, of a wind, so far off you don't know it's a reality until you're missing it and you're drying up and you have no way to keep warm, to keep cool, to stay 'just right' or to know when such a thing exists.
Love
