Veni. I Came. Vidi. I Saw. Amavi. I Loved.

What is love? Is it something steady or something rare? A fantasy or reality? Unconditional or unconventional? Fact or fiction? Heads or tails? It will always be about a difference of story or a difference of opinion. It's the victors who rewrite history. Who is to say the same about love? How do you believe in something when you think you are incapable of it? How do you fall knowing that you will hit the pavement every single time? Sometimes love is about letting go when everything is screaming at you to hold on. Maybe love in it's entirety is not enough.