love is not hearts and flowers love is the points on the hearts and thorns in the roses, darts or maybe love is both as far as we go, we’re all of that and more human confused and clueless no one else would understand us like we do no one understands (.) some things do surpass experience transcendental but we both know we’re just fooling ourselves we can’t possibly be all that we’ve ever wanted and more there’s no such thing and to think that I’ve found it with you regardless of “feeling” is a mistake but there’s beauty in the b re akd ow n and even though with you love always hurts and no matter what, I can’t let go at least the pain, though raw is real... for the first time I feel Something and now I understand the grace in a hunter’s skillful aim as he pulls the trigger and the bullet pierces the buck’s still -beating heart.