Love. Brave, bold, and foolish
The perfect weapon: love. It shatters the hearts of the hardest men. Makes the coldest woman on earth melt like middle school girl. It makes the most cowardly man run to the ends of the earth. It makes the most prideful person, get down on his knees in public, just to show his love. It makes brave men and fools of us all.
It intoxicates life. Even after death it prolongs. And it is so well disguised; so well HIDDEN! It decieves every person infected, so they long for, they crave, they desire, only more of it. They, in irony's honesty, love it.
Love will be the fall of man. Love will be the womans bane. And do we hide? No. We embrace it. We run to our demise.
Love is the best part of life. Love is what kills us. Love. Love is the desireable poison that drives sane men mad, and normal women out of their minds. And that. THAT is when life truely begins.
"When you're a kid, they tell you it's all 'grow up. Get a job. Get married. Get a house. Have a kid, and that's it.' [sighs] But the tru