love is nothing but a blurred figment of our imagination. the state of mind that one wants to feel from another person and then in the end it's nothing but a whole bunch of ********. the lies to the cheating and infidelity then it just gets worse and you use the word just because it's a comfort to tell the other person to hush. I don't think love does exist except for your own children. now you can have compassion and desire, but love is thrown out there like a frisbee in the wind, one good throw and it's buckets, you scored. same frisbee thrown the same wAy by a different person it's nothing but some ****. what you didn't know is that they twisted that frisbee and bent it to hell and gave it a whirl.. now it looked the same, didn't quite fly like the others. it was the same frisbee... moral of the story is, just because it looks the same, sounds the same and it's supposed to mean the same. just because it is the word Love it doesn't mean it's it's going to hit home like you would want it too.. most of the time it's just a bullseye for a heartbreak and comes with pain and suffering especially if there's children involved.. I wish I could find someone with my morals of LOVE.. THE compassionate loving relationship we all long for

rant over