Love is a weakness.
It festers when you are alone, spreads like a disease,
and at any given moment, it will consume your every being.
Love is the estranged goodbyes and the lonesome hellos.
And like riding a train with others who are homeward bound, the question of when lingers.
Love is vicious,
because like death, it grabs ahold of your body and once its claws have dug their way into your skin, you are inexplicably bound to it.
Love is a person...
with whom you have held hands and kissed under the willow tree.
Love is a walk.
A long promenade past the darkest of times and the brightest of suns.
And love is real.
Perhaps not in the way folklore deemed it to be, but it is as real as this spinning planet we have had the pleasure of knowing.
Love is love.
No fountain of words can explain the concept because love is the air we breathe and the water we drink.
Love is lost.
Much like a little kid running around the grocery store looking for their mother...
Love is lost.
But much like that child,
love can be found.
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