love. It`s something everyone want to posses. As if it was to be a magical eliqusor that Rumpel Stiltskin himself concokckted in his spair time in between making deals with poor farmer trading there first born for riches or the young women who all she wants is love that he trades for her kingdom. Or as if it`s the answer to anything and everything , 2 + 2 = love or whare are my keys love.

When they seem to know every time you breath like your a puppet as if your not even a person or an ocassional text as though your someones mistress that they can`t be seen with in the hallways. But your neither. It`s not just something you say just to say something but that`s proven and felt.

love deosn`t seem to be a feeling but a word that`s been battered into submission, shredded and then flung about. In this world today it seems the word love is simply that just a word.