I want you.

Us.

This.

a love like that, a love grown men fear for when experienced they cry, because the possibility of such a fealing can only bring tears; tears of joy; tears of devastation; tears of true life, for within that love they've found it, the extreme sensibility of true intimacy, two become one, they write about it in movies, you day dream about it in class, but until found, we are lost, in search men are driven to war, hatred, lust, and evil, only to be led by her into true beauty, the most precious of treasures, what separates us from animal, God's greatest gift, and curse, for this double edged sword swings furiously and in the wrong hands can cause the best of the worst, we need it like air, and it needs us to breath its reality, to feel it's pain, to create it's magic, to spread it, to live it. I want it.