Where love brings us

Love is a special thing; it's bittersweet 'cause you want to hold on to it so tight but you're afraid that if you make one wrong move, you might lose it. Love is a treacherous thing. It has jagged up rising and has deep slopes that can potentially kill you. Sometimes you can get hurt and that wound never heals. Or maybe the bleeding never stops. Love is sometimes a closed door and shuts you out; no matter how hard you pound, it remains closed. Sometimes it opens if the right person knocks. ;) (Hehe friends that might be reading this hehe) *wink wink* Well anyways, love is special. You have to find it you can't just get it like when you go to a store. You can't just buy it. Love is a rare feeling that might occur more often then others. Love is special. Don't ever get hurt with it and always love it dearly.