Love is fragile vulnerable, and distracting. It makes you do crazy things you never thought of. Expressed by overwhelming emotions rarely felt.
Love is strange and unpredictable. When love is taken it hurts more then any psychical pain. The pain takes time to heal.
This love is rarely pure. Why does this love exist? Maybe for amusement or distraction. So many possibilities for love, good and bad.
Rarely there is a love felt through the body, mind, and soul. Love that connects two people making them as one.
No one understands love that connects them. This love fades with each passing day becoming none existing.
The only love that exists is just a distraction to please a need. A need that every person has that can never be satisfied.
Sometimes I wish pure love was real and not just a fantasy. Though sometimes even the smallest wish too much.
