Maybe it doesn\'t exist like it does in books, it won\'t make your head spin or your heart hurt, and it\'s hardly ever forbidden.
It won\'t always be filled with passion or with hunger, and you don\'t really need them the way the moon needs the sun.
Maybe love is the ordinary acts, of kindness, of long looks and shy smiles.
Maybe we all just romanticize love, make it into something it\'s not.
But then again what would I know?