Love is an odd thing. Sometimes you feel so much that it truly hurts your insides. And then other times you fall out of love. You lose the lust, and you think its gone for good. You don’t know what to do. You get stuck in such a rut becaucse your heart and head just can’t agree. But that’s love. That’s truly loving someone. It’s the ability to not always get a long. To sometimes be filled with so much passion towards the other person you yell and cry. And say things you don’t mean. But then a few days pass and you do something alone and you wish they were with you. You miss them even if you know you’ll see them that night. You don’t give up. Because you realize they are your other half and they make you tick. And even with all the bad it just can’t outway the good.