What love does.

  There is a word, a word that has so much power through its meaning that it makes people do otherwise crazy things that they would never do. The feeling and expression is an addiction. . . but's it's natural; and its not somthing we can become unatuned to, it's the scar-memory in the back of our minds, or the cure to a sickness, this word can be the most painful, or the most satisfing thing on earth this word is the most important word we use. . . that word is love. Love is a mystery, when we look for it, it comes, when we don't, it still finds us. Love loves us, and love hates us. 

   Love is weakness, love is strength... love is mercy, love is pain... love is sickness, Love is healing, love is the music that beats our heart. Without love there is no happiness, there is no greatness, there are no stories, there is no weakness, and everything would feel like something less, something missing something lost something apart of us. Because without love, time would be timeless, living in the shade of sadness, madness... Love is apart of us its what keeps our life going when we have lost and otherwise we cannot let it depart us.