They say love is blind. It can lead you to believe you can actually change someone or something. Love can make you wear the thickest bifocals, have the strongest prescription, and still be blind. Love is a feeling of deep affection. But when affection is not returned, it leaves unanswerable questions, doubt, and pain. They say time heals all wounds, but what about a torn soul? There’s no such thing as selective love. It’s either you love or you don’t. The thought of blurry, unfocused love sends you in a daze. A fog so thick not even the sharpest knife can cut. All so raw nothing in this world can disinfect it. The quickest shortcut sends you to the worst dead end. Love has a way of leaving you on a island with no way off. Boat but no paddle. Surrounded by beautiful water, beautiful enough to dive in but deep enough to drown you. Weighing down on you like an anchor, sinking you to rock bottom. But it doesn’t ever seem like you’re that tough. Love has you looking through scratched lens. Imagine reading a book like that. Can you see the words? Do you understand? Scrambled letters. EOLV ... You solve it.