Love is pain.
Love is sacrifice.
Love is waiting and waiting for something that never comes.
Love is futile.
Love is hopeless.
Love is inescapable.
Love tastes a little like the cold metal bars of captivity.
Love is loneliness.
Love is infatuation, love is social pressure, love is a lie.
Love is keeping your mouth shut.
Love is insults in private and sabotage in the back of car seats.
Love is condescension, irritation and disgust.
Love is dinners alone.
Love is silence. Love is two lives in one house.
Love is two walls separating you and me.