Love. Why do each of us crave it at every second? Maybe because it gives us a high. A high better than any drug. Or maybe it fills in a temporary void. I never saw the ideal in the fact that love exists. Why do we need it? You see someone, and sparks fly in both your hearts. Then the future begins. Seems like it's been done too many times. Vanity. Just like that Scripture I read in Ecclesiastes. "All is vanity."
