Why is it, that we make love so hard? Why is it that we fall so in love with the concept of love that we are utterly blinded by the reality? Women have this tendency to fall in love with the men we want them to be not the man that they are. This concept, this strange all consuming emotion that this small little four letter word can invoke, such fear, passion, unparalleled joy. Pure in it’s truest form. It can make us do things we would never conceive of. When it’s there we are the most happiest we have ever been, and when its gone we are devestated, utterly crushed. When will we learn? To accept them as they are? To love them; not for who we want them to be , but for who they are. The answer?…..never.Because for me, I know that it can’t be anything else, if it were would I want it? Would it touch me like it does? I love…with all my being, with everything that I am and **** the consequences and because I do, because I fear it enough to let it in. When its there it is the most wonderful, exciting ride of my life. The only thing I hope for is that when the ride is over (and inevitably it always ends) I am that much closer to the reality. And that is why I love. I think I write so much about Love because it is the one thing I do not understand. How can such a small word mean so much to so many people? Does anyone realize how powerful this emotion is? It drives men to kill, steal, maime, it can make a strong man weak, and a weak man strong, can turn an honest God fearing woman into a coniving, scheming maniac. Love; love of money, love of sex, love of power love of all things, love of everything. I sit and wonder at its all consuming addiction . I am continuosly contemplating the awsome powers of love and its counterpart….Hate. The two go hand in hand. Those who love, those who hate, and those who love to hate. Love is sneaky; it comes up on your blind side. When you are looking for it is nowhere to be seen, but when you have given up hope, when you decide Love is not the thing for you, BAM! There it is, live and in living color, true, pure, honest almost indescribable. Bringing the greatest joy and the utmost disappointment, because its nothing like what you thought it would be. Real love; the true grown-up love is nothing like the storybooks say. It’s hard work; it requires a lot of effort, on both your parts. Love makes you sweat, it will work you like no other job you’ve ever had. Love makes you do things you never thought you would do, say things that make you go hhhmmmmm, did I say that? It takes off the blinders in the most brutal way, strips all the pretense and leaves you naked, bare for your lover to see. Transparent, you can’t hide anything from it, it sees all, knows all, because it is all. Instantaneous like a lightning bolt and almost as painful. A continuous journey for the eternal answer.............. , stay tuned I may find the answer (Part II)!