Love is such a strange thing, for lack of a better word. It makes us do things we wouldn't normally do. It introduces us to a side our beings that we never thought existed.

We find love, fall in love, stay in love and when we do finally fall out of love, most of us are usually a mess. We try to put up foolish bravado but inside we are truly dying. The worst part of it all is that everyone, but you, can see that you are suffering from a broke heart.

But the best thing about love is that  it helps us to find ourselves and dare to be different by venturing into areas we normally wouldn't. Love makes fools of us, brings out the poets in us, no matter how cheesy the odes might be. Love knows no limits, no boundaries and no shame. Just the good old warm fuzzy feeling of being the apple of someone's eye.

Go on, take a leap of faith and fall in love and let the beauty of what you love be what you do. And when somebody does break your heart, tear your heart open, sell yourself short but never loose hope. The scars will always be there, to mould yuu into a better person. On the other hand, the sweet memories will always be worth the effort.