Love says in reply...

When talking to Love we talk about everything, we talk about the future, we talk about the feelings (aka love), we talk about fear, we talk about decisions. Love tries its hardest to keep from crying, from showing, so-called, "weakness". I look into Loves eyes and realize a lot of things. When I try to comfort Love, it squeezes my hand even tighter, when I try to advise Love, it embraces every word that spills out of my mouth. Love looks at me while I battle with myself, while try to find the words. I had to explain to Love what I have to do if... what we can't be... if... Love hates that word. IF. I hate that word too. A decision has to be made, and Love knows this, and yet neither of us want to. This decision could change the outcome of many lives, I dont like that, Love. Love has so much, maybe too much Influence. Love says there are no words to describe what it feels, I feel the same, and yet there are words: "I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like." --Eminem. It feels like happiness, like the world can't keep you from smiling. It feels like the burning, the yearning for the other. If feels like breathing, it's necessary. It feels like adrenaline, rushing through my veins. Love feels like Beauty, inside and out. It feels like inevitability. It feels like selflessness.
I look at Love and say, "Things don't always turn out the way we want them, things may not turn out perfect."
And Love says in reply, "That doesn't mean the definition of perfection wont change."