Love. It was never meant to lead to neither jealousy nor rage nor anger nor lust nor obsession.
It was meant to be a show of goodwill, a source of peace; of light and hope and salvation. It was meant to make the world a better place; meant to share and to be shared, to overflow on its own accord; to self-exist, and feed on itself as it replicates.
Love isn't meant to be pampered on solely one person. Rather, it's meant to be pampered on everybody one meets in life, whether they be man or woman, child or adult, of a different race or height or character or social status. Love would make that person feel special. and everybody else plain happy.
Love is meant to thrive all year round, not falter in times of jealousy or lust, or fade where distance and time are factors.
Love is meant to be infectious. And life changing.
