Today, I was thinking about love. What is love, really? I wonder to myself, will I ever find it, did I find it and lose it, or is it just an ongoing revolving emotion that keeps me feeling alive? I know there are different degrees of love because the love for family and children is automatic. I am talking about the love that one day has you smiling to yourself, dancing around the house, singing love songs on the radio, day dreaming with all that euphoric emotion. Then the next day, can wipe you out like a NFL center tackle. I hate being that vaulnerable, I think thats why I run, yet I am addicted to life, I need the feeling of intamacy, sharing my soul with someone, feeling connected, and the few times I have taken the risk of taking off my armor, and not running. Damn, tackled again. Is it worth it? The high for the blow? What are we suppose to learn from love? Love is like football, wear your helmet?