Emotional Torture.

I'm not good at this.

I've never quite understood love outside novels and cliché movies, it all seemed too sweet and innocent to be real on our corrupt earth. Yet, the bees still buzz to make us honey and the birds still chirp making a nest for their little ones and I guess...love is still here.

It's not in the palms of the couple walking down the street or in the eyes of my engaged friend. It lives in the wind that ruffles through trees and carries the bubbles little kids make. It's present in the little gifts your parents leave you and in the warm hugs of your siblings. Love takes the wheel when dad gives the poor man on our block a jacket and when mom bakes a cake for our new neighbors.

It's when I read the kids from the orphanage a book and when my favorite song plays. Love is in every corner of every life- No matter how dark it may seem, the light of hope is still there. It's still giving you a fire to warm up. That's what love does.