Love feels like many different things to many different people.

Love isn't bound to age, gender, or race.

It is not limited, it's unlimited.

It's desperate, it's wishful, it's longing.

It's that fire in your throat, the destiny in your eyes, and it runs through every blood cell in your veins.

It's pain, it's fear, it's weakness.

But it's also strength, power, and a gift.

It's deserving, yet undeserving all at the same time.

It's destructive and scary, but it's also peaceful and comforting.

It's pure happiness, glee, and positivity.

It's immortal, unkillable, and cannot become extinct.

It's you, me, the universe, the human race and everything in between.

It's the root of desire, and the desire to be loved in return.

It's the source, the goal, the purpose of everything.

It has no beginning and no end, only forever.

It's powerful, it's the solution, it perseveres above all else no matter what. Always.