That’s the thing about pain. It demands to be felt. Love, it’s the most wonderful feeling in the world. It’s almost as if every nerve in your body is in ecstasy. You feel weightless, limitless even. You don’t know where you begin and they end, you’re united, conjoined; body, mind and soul moves as one in a wondrous dance. Love, it’s a terrible thing. It’s almost as if every nerve in your body aches. You feel shattered, it tears you apart and leaves you rotten. You feel despicable, guilty that you let somebody make you feel so joyous only to see them walk away. You’d walk to the very ends of the Earth just to feel that good again, to feel complete. Love, it’s despicable and is the most powerful weapon of all. Nothing compares to the power of love.