Love does not exist without us perceiving it,
in the same way that colours and sounds rely on our perception,
so too, does
We must feel it under our skin, presenting itself in our souls and masquerading as a
Love fogs up the clarity we so desperately cling to, and prevents the perception of life
before our beloved. Once love occurs in the heart, in the soul it is there forever.
Love rarely remains pure and unspoilt, and even after the fact of love the betrayal and
This pain presents itself like a wind parading around in a tornado, starting off small and
insignificant until it is all that we may perceive.
Love changes us, for better or for worse.