Love is not something I would spend too much time writing about, especially if it goes public. It’s one of those topics that can reach my gut and yank it around. I rather not feel that unless it has to come up. Love is sensitive, it’s a fear of mine I had since I was little. As much the love so equal the pain. It brings a much motivation to do work as it brings distraction.
Someone once said that love cannot involve only two people because someone will always be jealous. That it is fake love unless you acknowledge the others involved.