Again I question the youth in the idea of Love…is it temporary? Or does it grow with us…? Does Love mature as we do, or do we find ways to let go of it’s child-like qualities and unconditionally love Love?
I hope to love Love forever, although I find it breathtakingly cruel at times. Yet, opposites must exist to genuinely prove itself to the world and so with love comes hate, and in order to know love, we must acquaint ourselves with hate as well.
Joyful Thinking 