When I was about 12 years old, I wanted to write a book entitled “The women in my life”. It would contain all my romantic escapades, which at the time was 1. Boy did I have a task ahead of me! Love is complicated, as cliché as that sounds it’s true, Love is complicated and so is living. You can never ever know how life is going to turn out for you, especially when it comes to love. For all those Carpe Diem qoutes being thrown around there sure isnt alot of seizing the day going on, that’s because life cannot be controled, it’s random. Life is an endless stream of possibilites waiting to happen. A day is never the same how monotonous it may seem at the time. The seconds it took to read this sentence has passed and will not ever come back no matter how many times you re-read it.

Love, being an essential part of life goes by the same rules. Just as cooking is science for hungry people(thank you QC), Love is science for lonely people, its trial and error, it’s experimenting, it’s mixing volatile substances with each other, it’s clashing atoms and finding out the outcome.

I don’t know how life or love will turn out for me, I have ideals sure, but there’s only about a 000.000.049% chance of that happening, but it’s still a possibility, and thats good enough for me.