Love really is a curious thing... it's some force in the universe that seems to tear up all of the others. What would normally seem reasonable loses all reason in the face of love. What would normally seem foolish makes perfect sense. It is a bet, one you make every second that you try, once that if you try, and fail, even in little ways, it hurts inside. It is the force that when you go to check message, you wish more than anything that that person would write to you, that they would be there to talk with you, to be with you. Not that they owe it to you, not that they have any reason to. But you still hope anyway, and when they arn't you are crushed. But when you look... when you look and they are there. That is where heaven is. It is those moments that you search and find them. It is only in those moments that you truly live.