I've lived my whole life based on the facts. I always look for logic and how and why and who and what. I leave nothing to question and I will always bring the dark into the light. But there is one thing that I can't grasp no matter how hard I try. The equilibrium between the brain and the heart. If there is one I haven't found it yet. I keep hurting the ones I love simply because it was logical. I go against every natural instinct in order to make the right decision because I just don't understand the heart. I don't understand my heart and what it wants. It is a wonderfully destructive and mysterious part of human nature. There is no science to it, there is no logical answer in the heart. Hell, why should there be? Love is an instinct. It transcends time and space and all of the dimensions, which only supports my claim that the heart makes no sense and doesn't abide by any rules or regulations. I have felt the warmth of another body. The taste of someone else's lips. The sight of a nakedness in my arms. And for what logical reason should I have done any of that? Well, there is no answer. But if there is, I don't want to know. I don't want to be logical and I don't want to make sense. I want love to burn in my veins and make me do stupid things. I want you.