Love is this extreme type of happiness. A happiness that people are destined to strive for. It is an ultimate happiness, a happiness that overtakes everything else in your life. Love is home, a place where you belong and all your imperfections, the things you cover up with a lipstick or don’t with a short skirt, they don’t exist. It paints your world with a color you never knew existent. It’s an ultimate high. You see things clearer and brighter. It’s an addiction that happens upon from one taste. It’s an addiction that feeds itself and satisfies. It’s an addiction that tears you apart if its gone. Love is heroin, but it doesn’t kill. Love doesn’t hurt because love doesn’t understand pain. Love brings you up to the clouds where it blinds you with itself. It is irrational and it makes a it’s own reality. The higher you get in these clouds the more blind you are to the drop and the higher you have to fall. You remember every instant and every feeling.

When it’s not there, you’re never the same.