Love
I have been pondering whether to write this post or not for some time now. Actually I wrote it a while back and sent it to my friend, I wasn't sure if I want to make it public. I wasn't sure what holds me back, either, I still am not sure - maybe it's just to personal, maybe there is something "off" about it that I can't see but can sense, maybe it's incomplete - I really don't know. But I do feel that I can't just jump over it, ignore it, move on to writing of other things.
Don't ask me why, I have no idea, it's just how it feels and I don't understand and, according to Brooks, I don't have to understand. So here it is:

