Love is rarely uncomplicated.  It just proves that even the purest thing is so hard to capture.  It tends to creep up on you and you feel as if you were walking around blind and unaware until you realize that you will never be the same.  You knew it exists and have felt it before but, you forget the sweetness of its taste; of its power.  We keep it in our heart because that is where no on else can see it.  We hold every memory, we grasp onto every word, every thought, every loving touch.  Even though you know it will end and it it is not perfect we still settle for it being now and allow its being.  "It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all."