I remember days when love was innocent. Love was a feeling of bliss, something felt immensely for someone or something; powerful enough to take over your bodily functions and mush words with emotions. Love was all you thought, ate, slept; you became love as love became you. Nowadays, love is used to betray, to pardon mistakes, to fight. Love has been corrupted, crumpling the entire meaning itself. Lets get back to when love was our comfort not our fear. Love, to me, is him. He has become the best part of me and I the best part of him and together, we vow to keep love within us. I vow to keep it in-scripted on me (lol) . . .now I have to conquer joy.