Passion comes like a home invasion leaving the walls whispering incessantly tiny inquiries that lack any true evidence invoking perturbatious uncertainty.You find your self endlessly pondering wondering if they appreciated or found quality in those little things that make people fall in love hopelessly.It's tiresome leaving one slightly disturbed plagued with persisting questions that ultimately elude one from themselves bewildered.You're either full of regret or feeling too pretentious caught up in some false sense of reality at times leading to changes in ones propriety.That is why we are all referred to as the young and the restless desperately trying to find ourselves as we slowly unravel the true life lesson.We search for assurance through another's eyes in need of acceptance even if it's merely a compelling lie so quick to deny ourselves truth.You must feel it on your own or you will remain condoned full of disappointment in the wake of true or imagined rejections and mortification.No matter what people do or say you must look within and find love without love a bullet proof brace.