Love

Reading all this stuff on love, seeing love, and feeling love, makes me want to write about love. Love can enter your life in several different ways. Love with a lover, love with a brother, love with a mother, it can happen in many different situations. No love is the same as none of us are the same person.

Love is a difficult subject to tackle. I love love so much, but it becomes just so hard. Reading about love, it gets me all choked up. Reading all the cute stuff that makes you want to change character and be more loving towards family, friends, or even her.

Seeing love between others is another heartbreaking ordeal. You see others in love and almost envy them for their happiness. You see them holding hands, laughing, having that chemistry, just like hydrogen and oxygen have with one another. You see it, and can no longer handle the longing for love with her.

Then you get to feel love, you relish the feeling like pickles on a hotdog. The love is there and it feels everlasting. You have those laughs, the holding hands, and that chemistry. Then, when it all breaks down, is the hardest. You go through the trials and tribulations of the heart and no longer want to even hear about l-o-v-e. That love that you had with her, is gone.

Funny how it all comes back to her . Please allow me to tell you something, when you get to step three of the reading, seeing, then feeling love. Do not go on to step four. Keep that step three and love the love you have. Never take it for granted because you never know when it will be back again.