Love is imperfect. Sometimes we hate the one we love. Sometimes love makes us do crazy, stupid things. If it doesn’t, then it’s not love at all. We can dream about love all we want, and make perfect plans for our wedding and whatever will happen after that, but love is unpredictable. Love can find its way around our plans, and leave us still thirsty for more. Love is infinite, and it is feeble. Love is often misunderstood and rejected. Love makes us forget what we know and replace it with what we feel. We fear love, because we can’t understand it. We crave love, because we can’t understand it. We search for love in all the wrong places, because we wish for love to be there. If we go to bed, we don’t feel loved. If we eat, we don’t feel loved. Love drives us insane and suicidal. If we declare our love, and get rejected, it drives us insane an suicidal. We can’t right now, but all we want is to say it honestly. We want to shout it from the top of a building. We want to be unashamed. We want to say I love you. I love you.