love.

The snow created melodies under my shoes today when I was on my way to work. Before 7 am the streets are empty. Beer cans from yesterday’s festivities is laying randomly thrown on the ground.
The crows are eating bread crumbs from some ones long lost cheese burger.
It’s quiet.
Only the melody under my shoes. My breath is making clouds.
It’s all about love, right? Sisterhood. Love form a lover. A father. A mother. When things goes wrong in one way or another, what do we do? We turn towards love where ever we choose to find it.

Oh how important it is. Love. Taste the word. The meaning. The enormous power that lays within. L o v e. We’re lucky.
I love you.
I’m a hopeless romantic. I love, love. What it symbols for me. Loyalty. Indestructibility. To move a mountain for one another. So god damn easy and hard at the same time. That’s what makes it love.

Our hole lives is all about chasing love. Finding it. Losing it and finding it again. Nothing else matters if you don't have love. At least not for me. And my love is strong. It's eager. It's poweful. When I love, I love.

I love you. Friends, family, sisters, lover. I l o v e you.