Ya know... at one time... I used to belive that love was everything. Unfortunately, I took this philosophy quiet literally. But as I began thinking yesterday on what love really is I began to understand why love isn't everything. Yes... there are certain kinds of love, but I'm talking about real love.

After reforming my thoughts I've come to believe that it is the feelings people have with one another. It is a bond between two people(notice I said 2) and how strong that bond gets depends only on the people involved. Anyone outside this bond cannot do anything to make this bond stronger,(or easier) because this sacred bond also has to weather the time, temptations, other people, and just plain human nature.

Pain isn't love, because when you truly love somene it doesn't hurt. Pain is just the consequence of a false pretense of love. I would write more but I think this essay already looks massive enough.