We love so easy. One look, one touch, one day that’s all it takes. Once it’s began it’s almost impossible to stop. We fall over and over a constant struggle of our inner id wanting to be worshipped, and our egos ineffective attempt at reason and reality. One kiss transforms into dreams of what could be. Three words turn into forever and before long we’ve lost sight of everything we were and become centered around the one thing we hardly know. We give up and risk everything without a moments hesitation or a blink of an eye. So willing and so sure . Love is such a powerful thing . Or is it the idea of love and our obsession to try an make things like we wish them to be that has us doing these things .