Since I like to write love stories, I've been thinking about love today, and what pops into my head when I do, so here goes:
Young love. Mature love. Just plain love.
There's nothing plain about love. It is bursting with saturated colors, brilliant flecks of light, bouncing stars, and silvery moons.
It makes you feel like you can soar through creamy white clouds in a cerulean blue sky.
It makes your heart skip a thousand beats, melts you into tiny puddles of warm liquid, and makes you breath giant gulps of life.
Love is a craving, a hunger, a thirst for more. More emotion, more passion, more everything.