What is love to me? Love is the feeling that you weren't born with.. the emotion which is meant to fill up your insides, yet comes and goes like the changing seasons. It torches and scalds, leaving marks and scars of hurt… yet it prepares you for the next time it happens. It's the best feeling in the world, yet the worst at the same time. It's a part of you, which takes up all your time. All your thoughts. It's what makes us human. It goes hand in hand with hate, without one there is no other, just as with darkness and light. It's the feeling that warms you up like a fire on a cold night, when you feel lonely. It hurts, but it feels oh so good. It's the last missing piece of your soul, your heart, your conscience. It makes you happy, it makes you sad, it makes you angry. It is the mothership of emotions, controlling all others at times. It makes you do crazy things, and it makes you do sappy things. It alters your state of mind like a very powerful drug. It is happiness. It is pain. It is hate. It is addictive... It is passion.