I may never have been in a relationship, but I know love like an old friend. I know that love is not as youthful as it appears at first touch. I know that love, beyond all, is humane, powerful, yet it ages, and withers, rises from the ashes, stumbles and bleeds. I know that love knows no boundaries, that love is rebellious, fierce and strong, like the one who yields it. That love is something to be cherished, a calmness and serenity in storms you thought and still think you will never make out of.

Love keeps you alive and breathing, for through it all, you know, that your love for the One who Created you, is the only strength that will draw you towards making the right decisions. When all sense fails you, when all reason bites the dust, it is love that will see to it that you cling on to the shreds of what feels virtuous.

We possess an immense capacity, to build our scaffolds on this powerful emotion, something that drives us - that pours the very life force unto our beating hearts.

Love is beautiful, and bold. But beyond that, love, is humane, as is the one who wields it.