What's Love Got To Do With It?

Love isn’t unconditional, that’s a lie told to us to believe there’s something we can feel for certain people that exceeds every other feeling. Nothing that evokes incredible passion and despair can be infinite. Maybe it’s people who are limited, maybe love is perfect but imperfect people can’t understand it, can’t seem to get it right. We nurture it wrong; we squeeze it out and try our best to keep it, in its most pure form, even though we abuse it, we take it for granted hoping the fantasy is right. We test every limit, justified in the belief that we hurt the ones we love.  

It changes us, forever, every time it pushes and pulls us different than the time before. A tattoo that loses focus over time and never seems to look the same as remembered, resembling a scar from a story, a lesson, a past love. How did something so beautiful and shiny become so dull and appear so insignificant? Love feels indestructible but is as fragile as your next broken heart. 

It starts to die as soon as it stops being watered, nurtured and respected...all bonds are breakable, love is not unconditional...