What's love?

I use to built fortresses out of pillows, bolsters and mattresses when I was young, hoping to stay out of the storm and protect myself.

I use to ride my bicycle alone in the middle of the night to get away from all the problems that I have. I love the wind against my face when I peddle.

I use to visit the beach at night because it is really peaceful and nice place to be alone.

I use to stare at the stars and talk to God.

I use to stay up and talk to people on MSN because it was a good way to interact with them.

I love the salty tang of the sea breeze because it makes me feel like I'm at one with the world.

I love the rain falling down on me because it refreshes me and leaves me feeling that I have not a care in the world.

I love the smell of freshly mowed grass because it tells me that a new beginning has come.

I love to play my guitar as it takes my mind off the awful tunes of the world and into the wonderful world of music.

I love to be alone with my thoughts of the future, what it will be like.

I love hanging out with my friends and just talking about life with them, no debates, no arguments, just good old ribbin.

I love to eat good food with a bunch of mates, it's a form of bonding.

I will love people who can't love me back.

I will love people who can love me as much as I love them.

My tank's empty, but it can be filled again.