Love has no innate shape. It squeezes into your life where it will fit. Sometimes it feels like warm molasses, mending cracks you didn't know were there. At other times it feels like a root beneath a sidewalk, breaking you to get in. It can be a safe haven, a lullaby to live your life by. It can be a searing heat that hits your body all at once not even giving you time to gasp in surprise.

Death won't tear us apart

Not all love will drive one to take a bullet or withstand social pressures. Not all love will drive one to rage or insanity. But it is all love.

The young woman with a notebook filled with his name.

The man with a ring in his pocket.

The hollow person with a broken beer bottle in his hand.

The wife who doesn't have a pottery class, but leaves every Tuesday.

The old man with wilted flowers in his desk, with a card in his handwriting.

I have loved, and will continue to love. There is no other choice. I will never look back and wonder if it ever was love at all.

It was.

Love, doesn't always last forever. It may fade or ignite and burn out.It may linger right out of reach, only ever letting you grasp its wake. It may settle into your veins and always be a part of you.Children's tales and Hollywood will not dictate my understanding of love, because only i can know what it is for me.The most important lesson in this is that love doesn't mean being happy or good. It doesn't mean unconditional or forever. It doesn't mean staying or going. There is no true love, in the traditional sense. there is only love, in its many forms. and we will never understand it.