"It is as great a thing to love as it is to be loved. Love is not something that can be wasted." Jem Carstairs.
Let's postulate for a moment, that you love somebody.
Not somebody that you like. Or 'sort of' like. Or, heaven forbid, dislike.
Let's say for a just a tiny second, that you love this person.
And when I say 'love', i mean it as a 'pretend to like their taste in music' or 'let them have the last chip' or 'die for them' kind of love.
Not superficial. Not artificial. Not temporary, but forever.
Now say you love them. If that kind of awesome love is even conceivable to that squishy little brain of yours. Love. Love. Love. It fills you up and holds you down so that you kinda feel like a balloon, full of helium and floating up to the stratosphere but not, because you're tethered to a metal pole somewhere.
Love. It ain't just nothing. It's everything. It fills every nook, every cranny, every bamboozled crack in this messed-up world and glues all the pieces together so that we can see the picture clearly.
Love.
Amore.
Ai.
Lyubit.
Love.
