Perhaps love is like a resting place, a shelter from the storm, it exists to bring you comfort, it is there to keep you warm and in most times of trouble, when you’re feeling most alone, the memory of love will always bring you home.

Perhaps love is like a window, perhaps an open door, it invites you to come closer, it wants to show you more and even if you lose yourself and don’t know what to do, the memory of love will always see you through.

Love to some is like a cloud to some as strong as steel, for some a way of living, for some a way to feel and some say love is letting go.  Some say love is everything, some say they don’t know.

Perhaps love is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of change, like fire when it’s cold outside like thunder when it rains.