That's the thing though, isn't it... Love can't be taught, it can't be explained or rationalized. It's a feeling, a sensation. a change you can't explain, but you know you'll never be the same if you lost it. A new part of you that has become an extension of yourself. Something you can't create, you can't change, and you can't control. It's the one thing that can be found, shared, given, lost, and taken. But never created, or destroyed. It can't be forced, manufactured or bottled. It's the best and worst thing to ever exist at the same time. Because as joyous as it is to have it. It's the pain that comes from the fear of losing it, that makes it a bittersweet symphony, that will forever play in your mind.
