Love

Love is something strange, but not a stranger.

Some people are afraid to love. Some people don't want to love. Some people want to love. ... And some people are afraid of love.

I've been searching for love for all my life, or almost. I've been searching for years. And someday, I just thought that maybe I had just found. Since that day, which was a few years ago, I've been hoping, with a hope sometimes huge and sometimes so tiny it almost disapeared for good. (Whatever)

You can love. You can hate. Right?

Hey, a great question: do you still believe in "the enemy of my enemy are my friends" if you consider "I hate that I hate that I love"?

Ok it might be a bit confusing...

Whatever...

(I'm falling asleep...)