Love. Such a small word with the most infinitely beautiful meaning in existence. It carries weight beyond recollection at moments when ones heart beats perfectly in sync with another. Tearing and ripping apart the heart, she does. A cruel beast but yet latching on without sign of wear or losing her ever firm grip. Awful but yet beautiful. For once healed, Love has grown and shall not wither.
Even when unknown, Love has began what we as humans can only dream up and try to mimic what is seen on film. Within the moment of realization one can feel time’s grasp upon the heart. Moments of the past flashing before eyes at uncanny speed and persistence. Reliving years of emotion within seconds. And with great force, Love reminds us of whom it has bound us to, without our opinions or rationalizations leaping from within our minds to lock it back.