People often ask me if I’m afraid of love... I’m not afraid of love, I’m afraid of peoples definition of the word I have a different meaning. I’m afraid of the way love makes me feel who likes losing control of their own feelings? I’m afraid of having love and then losing it, no one can guarantee that their feelings will remain the same I’m not a good poker player, I hate taking certain chances and falling in love is taking a risk... True, love does give you a feeling undescribable in the human tongue... But a broken heart takes longer to heal, than the average life span I’m not afraid of most pain..the only kind I cant handle is the inward agony I would welcome any physical discomfort: compared to the internal anguish of a lost love. Love is like a fine wine in the cellar of an alcoholics basement... It gets better every day that passes, but always seems to disappear, before it reaches its true potential Love is like a two-headed snake being held by two people.... If either person lets go...someone is getting bitten Love is like a cloud: beautiful to look at and dream about, but try to build anything on it, and it will drop you right back down to reality so you see, I’m not afraid of love at all.... I just don’t trust it Derrick H.