We are in love from the moment we’re born, to the moment we die. We are created from love. Whether it be from a loving relationship or a loving touch, love is there. We grow up and we love our family and friends. We love pretending, we love drawing, we love creating. But, somewhere along the way, we forget about love. We don’t fall out of it, we just forget about it. Sometimes for days, sometimes for weeks, or months, or years, or even decades. But we eventually find our way back. It could be from a book, or a poem. A song, or a television show. A tree, or a flower. A cat, or a dog. Or it could be from a man, or a woman. Either way, we find our love again. Only this time, we cherish it. We don’t take it for granted because we remember what it was like to live without it. We cling to its every moment, and we hope that they drag out forever. And, as our years dwindle away, we realize it’s time to let go. Not of love, but of life. We know that our love may have been great, or it may have been small. But it was there all along, waiting for us to find it. And when we die we know that we won’t lose our love, we’ll just simply pass it on to a lover, a child, or a friend. And in the end we’ll realize, love was all we ever really needed.