Love is

Her love for him is so powerful it scares her. Being that close to someone, having that intense feeling during a tight embrace after a separation, the smiles that won't go away while they tell each other what their day has been like, all these mean each day risking rejection, suffering and loss. In her heart she didn't know if she was ready to get scarred again. Then it came to her one night; when uncertainty stared at her face and this time she was brave enough to look right back, she nodded in agreement. She closed her eyes and jumped into the cold, plunging into a ride where everything is exposed, everything is at risk. The winner in this race is the one who dares, and she does just that.

"Love is an end in itself..it can not betray because it has nothing to do with possession. It can not be held prisoner because it is a river and will overflow its banks. Anyone who tries to imprison love will cut off the spring that feeds it, and the trapped water will grow stagnant and rank. The all-devouring flame will always burn everything.

What is love? No definitions. Love and don't ask too many questions. Just love."

- The Witch of Portobello