Love is terrible. It's a cruel joke made up long ago, probably by a man, that continued to the present through transmission by other cruel little men and made to appear as something worthy of carrying on by unassuming women.
Love is fantastic. It's the culmination of everything we search for all our lives, it's the recognition of the fact that we simply cannot do it alone and we've found the person who wants to do the rest of it for us, and who we trust with that responsibility.
Love is hell. It makes people crazy, it brings the bitch out in the sweetest girl on the planet, it makes a man act like a boy, it creates voids in space and time and breaks in the continuum of happiness.
Love is a ride in a hot air balloon. It's the scariest yet most beautiful thing you can do, it's fantastical in the sense that it probably shouldn't be possible, you shouldn't be able to float above the ground propelled by hot air and some wishful thinking, but it happens and when it happens it's the most earth shattering, shocking, wonderful, beautiful, scary thing you have ever experienced.
Love is spilling coffee on your white blouse. It's upsetting and frustrating but you knew it was going to happen when you put that shirt on in the morning - yet for some reason you did it anyway.
Love is something, I haven't quite pinpointed it yet. The definition changes with the love you experience, and the definition is infinite. Never let somebody tell you you're in love or you aren't in love, love whom you please and love abundantly. Love everybody, love everything, love with no barriers - until you can love no more, then simply love yourself and be content in knowing that you've spread love to all corners of your own little globe.
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