Writing: Why Do We Love?

Quite simply...because we must. It is ingrained in us from birth. Without bonds we cannot survive. Love is both the purpose and the means of our survival. It hurts and it heals. Builds us up and breaks us down. Serves as our secret weapon as well as our downfall; a booby-trap lain to catch the foolish. The foolish few that dare to be led by emotion.

Love fills you up with the breath of life; invigorates the spirit. It is passion. It is pain. It is the reason...maybe not for the season, but for something. Something intangible, indescribable. To feel it, is to understand it. Oxygen for the soul. You confound and captivate. I love you. Thank you for who you are.