It’s a complex verb. It’s different and it’s similar. It comes in different shades, textures, density, clarity, sizes; but stuck into an overused four letter word. No one can say their love is better or bigger, it’s all the complexity and capacity of the heart. Love is beautiful, but yet many use it out, wear it out, run it over, and lust of the thought of it. But truthfully there is no force, it’s genuine and pure. That’s what’s makes it personal, and original. No love is the same. No love will ever be the same. Many judge, but no judge can relate to every kind. Therefore, love relentlessly, because no one will love the same way as you.