What is love? A feeling? A life goal? Or a word you just say to get what you want?

There's no perfect recipe for love, but the basic ingredients are: 1 cup of me, 1 cup of you, 1 teaspoon of trial, 2 tablespoons of error, and let it bake over our lives.

Breaking up is like stubbing your toe. You never see it coming at times, but when it happens. Your on the floor, feeling nothing, but pain.

If love is so universal, why is it so hard to understand, no matter where we are?

Love is like life, and life is like love. They both have their ups and downs, and they both have a lesson to teach.

Life is like one long plane ride. You can either sleep through the whole flight, or you stay aware, and enjoy the scenario. I'm staying awake.