I'm not sure what love is anymore. I can barely remember what it feels like. Maybe I am still feeling it in some ways, but it's beaten up, bloody and broken, and it's scared to come out again. We all have love inside of us. It's not some magic thing that just happens because of someone else. We always have the capacity to love. We choose to share it with people. We choose to let people into ourselves (that's what she said). I do remember certain moments and it feels warm. It still aches.