love is such a vague word. it could mean anything... everything... or nothing.

love is longed by everyone-- the feeling of being cared of, touched, smiled with. ..all the joys of being held into the arms and the warmth of comfort... the breeze that sways your body at night and the kiss of the sun at dawn... all these and more...

some say love is good... love is sweet. for some it's hurting... the never ending caress of pain. the real issue, i believe, is that we should be prepared for whatever consequences life may lead. the general rule is: HOPE but never EXPECT.

to love is to question... to risk... to wait... to feel the freedom of your choice... to experience the animosity of feeling the extremes of fear and joy.

life is a choice. to love is a choice. to be loved is a choice. there are different choices we make and different options to weigh. no matter how long and pressured we may decide, let us take into consideration our justifiable happiness and the truth that there will always be someone that will  feel pain.