"Love is patient, love is kind, it is not envious. Love does not brag, it is not puffed up. It is not rude, it is not self-serving, it is not easily angered or resentful. It is not glad about injustice, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things." 1 Corinthians 13:4-7

Everyone deserves love, even the smallest of people need love, without love how lonely will life be...
You may think how would someone like me with less experience of the world know about love? You may be right, i don't know all that much but what i do know i feel, and what i feel i desire...
Life keeps going and i keep waiting, i know the joy and misery it will bring but yet i still wait for the arrival of that special someone, to find out whether love is as true as they show in films and books or if its just a fairytale...
I have found someone, oh the happiness but yet anger and anguish he brings me, as much as I try to move on I can't, it feels like my heart is no longer mine but his, yet I never feel he takes it with pride! “The highest of mountains and the largest of seas my separate our bodies, but our hearts are together,” well I only hope they are. He makes me hate him sometimes, but i can't let go, tied with he tendrils of destiny. I love him but hate him. I love loving him but hate loving him. I have no reason for loving him, but yet i still do. As he always says to me "what would i be doing right now if that sheep never exploded, i think my life would be dull," does he really mean it?
Why does God make us like this? Am i condemmed to living a life set in stone? Is there such thing as fate? From the moment i was born, was this meeting already planned, was this special someone just waiting to follow his journey, or did i break free?