Francis

You know my mother told me a story a wee while ago: There once was a curious little fish. One day this little fish was told by a bigger bully fish that "without water they would all die." That entire day the little fish fretted to itself about this substance called water that without which he would die. When he finally got home he went to his mother (by now virtually hysterical) and cried "Mother, there's this thing that i have herd of 'water' and without it we will all die!" the mother fish looked down tenderly and spoke "Don't be silly Sweety, we're swimming in it... its the vary substance we live in." and that is to me how love is... its there always, sometimes you connection with it gets clouded and you forget how simple it all is. Its all love, or hate, or the same, and beautiful in its ugliness.