Love.

Love is patient, it is kind, it is fast, and it is blind. It ensnares and it binds, it lasts a moment or all of time. You have it once or maybe twice, you might have it your whole life. You want it to be yours, theirs, mine...

There are a million things you can say about love. Everyone wants to experience it, and everyone does, at some point, for something. Love for a family member, a friend, a mate, a pet, a calling, an object. We all love so many people and so many people and so many things throughout our lives. Sometimes we get lucky and the people, or things, we love love us back. Sometimes we aren't so lucky. Or sometimes we're picky, finicky, fickle, and don't want the love that is shown to us.

Love knows NO boundaries of age, religion, race, or gender. Love just IS.

I really have no idea where this post was going. I guess I just wanted to remark on what is obvious about a common subject. I've been meaning to blog more here, but I've also been busy trying to get my other blog, Hotel Hell, off the ground. It's been more difficult than this one. The aspects of getting it set up (naming, design, promotion [which is a slow incline]) are fairly easy to tackle once I've got a plan, but add in two other authors, and things can get tricky. We've not run in to any disagreements on anything so far, which is good. But, as the main developer, I need to run everything by the other two people and get their okay before doing anything. (Well okay, I don't HAVE to, but I WANT to out of common courtesy.) Not to mention the management of a blog, if you're serious about it, depends a lot on feedback, and we just don't get any from readers. I don't here either.

This is turning into an all sorts of things ramble, so I'm going to cut it short.