I Love. Hard. The only way I know how. I've been hurt, rejected, dismissed. But I still love, hard. I know no other way. I plant my seeds of love in fertile ground. Something beautiful sprouts out of the warmth and light that is created. It grows to something i knew it could be. But, my love has been destroyed, from the root. It has been dug up out of its resting place. Where I once thought it would never be disturbed, it no longer finds comfort. The light, the warmth, gone. The pain, the sorrow, have destroyed and overtaken what was once a great thing.

But, still, I love. Hard. Its the only way I know how. I've been hurt, rejected, dismissed. Yet, for the comfort and warmth provided by that glorious glow, that comforting and sustaining warmth. It keeps me searching. For the new ground which will provide my love with what it needs. For i now realize that when it comes to that beautiful thing which i had, nothing is greater.