What is love? Truly, what is it? Can you love someone and spend your nights sleeping beside them, dreaming of another? Can you carry someone in your heart and yet yearn someone else was in their place? Is that love? I feel as if most would answer no. And yet, as we all know, my wild heart claims the heart of one while unfortunately wanting another. I can't help it really. My admiration for something different is instilled in my gypsy soul. And it breaks me, causes me grief, and often leaves me in a confused mess of emotions.
