love is a funny thing

you find it when you're not looking.

you get too much of it from people that you don't want it from.

you don't get enough of it from the people that you do want it from.

you say it to people who don't deserve it.

you don't hear it from people who don't realize that it is love.

you try to give it and it just doesn't sink in.

you show it in the ways that stretch you beyond who you are or what you believe in.

you want it so badly, but can never open up enough to get it.

you never know if you've actually felt it or if it was just a charming illusion.

you think that you had it once or twice, but you're not sure.

you talk about it like it's a disease.

you sometimes think that it is a disease.

you sometimes avoid talking about it like the plague.

you then realize it might be a disease that you don't want to catch for fear of illness.

and then you finally get to the point that you think it's something that you'd want to have with the right person at the right time and have everything be awesome and every day you wake up happy knowing that you're just soaking up each other's awesomeness.

love doesn't seem too bad if you have it like that.