Love is not simple. Love is complex.
Love is the most difficult thing that will pass by you. Love is the most difficult thing to find, to feel and to fight for. Love wants and needs it all: your bright, your soul, your mind, your heart and yourself from the splits of your hair to the tip of your toes.
Love wants your fight, your memory. Love wants your desire, your fire, your deepest wishes and fears. Love needs to be fed with your bright, with your devotion and attention, with your energy. Love is a beggar. Love is a leech. Love is a sucker.
Love is an independent life, with its own wills: it starts little and it grows stronger and stronger like a weed. There's no way to escape: "you can run... but you can not, definitely, hide".
There are talks, there are conversations, there are stories and history, there are dreams and there are plans, there are goals. And there, right there, over there where they are, there are fights, hate, yells. There are pain, tears, sweat, losses. There are concessions. There are agreements. There are an overwhelming and cozy reconciliation.
Love is, supposedly, misterious, but there is no mistery about love, at all. The complexity is about everything it brings to you and your life, and your body, your mind and your soul. Everything it brings to your heart. The complexity about love is concerning the way you'll look to it and the way you try to solve its issues. It is not about the feeling at all, because love is, basically, pretty simple.
Love's scary. Love hurts. Love fools. Love decives. Love is not cozy at all. But when you stop and look around, love is the most inevitable and beautiful pain you'll always want to feel.
Love is strength, love is history, love is sweet, love is kind. Love is all the way to heaven, crossing highways to hell. Love is spring in december. Love is unexpected. Love is contradictory. And is the first that you will find absolutely more important than breath.
Love hurts because is shared. It not only depends on you, but it would not be Love and would not worth it if it was for you to live it alone.