Love is a tough one to explain because it's so many different things to so many different people. For instance, I love my children. They are smart and beautiful and amazing little people and I would do anything for them, but that love is different from the love I have for Tony, who I would also do anything for, but isn't related to me. The love I have for him is all encompassing. The love I have for family is unconditional. I love my friends. They make me who I am. I have a theory about hate. Not the hate that people just kind of throw around, but the loathing, make your head spin hate. I believe you cannot hate someone without having truely loving them first.
I don't feel love is thrown around much. I don't think it's thrown around enough. I tell the people I love that I love them any chance I get, lest they forget. So yeah, this is a ramble. I'm tired and love is hard to explain.
