Love, love is the movement. We are an emotion, a feeling that asks to be able to know how a heart hurts and how it loves. We are pain and suffering and grief. And we need chaos to survive. I think that life throws us a bunch of these feelings just so we can figure out what's real and what might be an illusion. Other than that, it's insanity...if we could only figure it out, we'd know too much. If we let it slide and run through life...it feels pointless. I want to be mad to live and it's taken me a while for that, but I believe it now, I live it.

I've seen a kind of love that burns. Not mine but someone else's. It rages like a wild fire and it's almost impossible to control. They have a heart that's only for eachother and they show it in everything they've felt or said. It's crazy to see that love, not in a bad way. But really, love is a plague, it's an epidemic, it's a contagious feeling, uncontainable. In all good intentions, their love is practically unfading. And it feels good to see that kind of heart. It feels hopeful to see a love that's classic and whole and hard to find sometimes. Because it makes it all the more significant when their love is one that sometimes takes years to feel.

And I've figured that love takes both sides. You can't have only a half and expect the other person to fill the rest. You have to jump into love whole heartedly, no regrets, no setbacks, no uncertainties. Both sides. And when you're in it, you have to feel everything you do and say. You have to feel like your stuck in it with whatever happens and that no matter what, you can't pull yourself away. You don't want to pull yourself away. That's love, knowing that with everything good, you get through the bad with someone else that's going to keep you alive throughout it. And sure, I could be thinking ahead of myself. But this is my take, just a little blurb of my own : )