“Love can never be explained in my opinion. It’s a lot like science. It makes sense to one person but to another its just a huge hypothesis. Kinda like the word, Fuck. It has so many meanings and can almost be used in every different way. Fuck this, Fuck that, Fuck you, Fuck Off, What the fuck, fuck me, fuck my life(you get the point). I love you, Dad/mom/sister/brother I love you, I love these shoes. I love you, but I’m not in love with you… The list goes on. We only know what love is because we feel it. People like Shakespeare, Poe, Teasdale, Blake, Rossetti, Marlowe, Whitman… all great poets who could put love into beautiful words because they themselves have felt it. Like everyone, I love love and hate love. It’s something I look forward to and can’t live without. Its why you and I get up in the morning and work. Love is something we all look forward to. Esp. after we had already experienced it. I guess what I’m trying to say is in the long run, after we all become older and graduate, get married, buy a house, have kids, have grandkids, watch them grow up the only things left is the tomorrows and love.”
-John Henery Bickel
