Blackrose6767

Love, found. January 9, 2011 And so I am a friend of love. No longer do we torment or abuse one another. I no longer am victimized by it. We are friends. Love is an object. One hunted for, but never found. It is only stumbled upon; a happening of chance. I always wanted a destiny. I wanted to be a hero, live an epic life, and die remembered. This hasn't happened, but I did stumble upon love. It was in a wasteland. There it was. So beautiful, so rare. What was I to do? I knew nothing of it. Nothing in life could have prepared me for this. It was so small. It was amazing. Description would demean it's actual value. So I picked it up. I d