The Anatomy of My Thoughts = Rowan-ism

Love mingles in a place between the conscious and the unconscious, it is both involuntary and voluntary, selfless and selfish. Sometimes you find yourself expressing an extreme fondness for a friend - one which you may initially be unaware of. You realize that the friendship has grown, and you are grateful for the times you've spend with each other. As a child you may gaze into the eyes of a stranger you've had an amazing conversation with and that is the very moment that choose to love them as a lifelong friend. There are times when love catches you off guard slapping you in the face with the realization that you have in fact fallen hopelessly in love with someone you can't have. Now if love was purely voluntary - it should be easy to stop loving someone who has wronged you, or someone you can't have, but this is not the case. If love was involuntary, then you could never choose to move on from the devastation of unreciprocated love. Love is like a smile. Y

His soul was so achingly brave in its readiness to love. In his choice to see the beautiful soul in a world enveloped in malignance. To subject his entirety to potential devastation is an act not many can attest to. Some believe that to love is to be happy, Yet where is the joy in allowing one's life to spin into turmoil? Love is selfless, Like an plague, it seeps into his normal, infecting every crevice of his life. Like an addict he derives a decadence unlike no other,  from devoting his existence to another  Love is selfish