Love is defined in a different way for everyone I think. You have the people who think love is when you’ll stop at nothing to make their other happy, even if it means they need to break  a bone or lose their own dignity doing it. But if you ask me, I believe we all have a different love story because love is the worlds biggest mystery. We arent supposed to figure it out. Love is something that can bring life to Earth, and love is something that can take life away. Its powerful and strong, no human should dare to mess with it. Messing with love is like playing with fire. But we’re only human and we sin, we arent perfect. I like danger and solving puzzles just as much as the next person does. We may not have an exact defintion for love but I hear its beautiful, like the warm comfortable orange sunset. And i hear it tears you apart, slowly, but you cant get away because even though its tearing you, it feels so good. It must be addictive. Loving someone is so rich and bitter sweet. I want to be addicited.