The trouble with love is...

There really isn't one. Seriously.

I mean, there are bits that get glossed over. And awkward silences between friends.

But love is, in the end, what it is. Rather powerfully binding, love.

You...make that connection; you feel that attraction, and it's all you can do to see things objectively anymore.

So it's a struggle. An internal one; one that you fight with yourself about the definition of the world. Usually you spend a lot of time and energy on the debate and wake up the next day wondering what the hell you were thinking. But usually you see things as....

...shinier, than they are. At first. And then when endings come you remember them as duller than they were. The debate is a way of focusing your picture of your own life.

It gets out of control sometimes. Sometimes. So you have to be careful, with love. The human brain is too powerful a device to be given a task as straightforward as love.

But I guess it's all we've got. That and our gut. And respective plumbing, but that's no help.

So be careful, with love. You tend to start chewing and end up eating two days' rations in one night, so to speak.

But make sure you enjoy the flavor. Savor the taste, for god's sake. It's as good a touch as you'll feel in this world of blades and bludgeons.

Oh, and happy new year!