Love is an act. A single solitary assortment of places and thoughts that time has only touched once. That once was as it happened. Those moments that trinkle through our lives were in their own time either too quick or too slow. Every touch, every scent as it happened registered deep inside our memory only to surface at the most inauspicious times. Love is an act. One that we make in our lives if we're lucky enough with someone who makes the same. When you love someone you can count the things you know about each other that no one else knows. Love if you've ever known it can be indescribable and if you've ever lost it then those memory's become the most inestimable gifts. Granted those gifts at times poke at your heart like a dagger but still a gift... of what was and what holds its place forever in that pocket of your memory; that as those seconds ticked away it became its home. Love is an eternal part of your heart and your mind. We all want it and if you say you don't you're either lying or have been hurt so bad that you've convinced yourself you don't need it. Love is what we fight for, fear, strive, need. Love is an act in all respect love is what keeps you up till two in the morning just rambling about it. Not that you're in it or particularly out of it just that it exists somewhere inside you.
