time. there is a time. to laugh. to cry. to dance. a time to hate, a time of war. a time of peace. a time to love. love. it was never a warm and fuzzy word for you. serious business that sometimes left you in a whirl wondering how the hell it came and went so fast. you've always known the jekyl and hyde of it, the letting go and not looking back and the rapid heart beats and sweaty palms of anticipation. and even through years of tough breaks and shit luck, you still manage to remember the tender and real moments. you know love always brings opportunities: you can fall on your face and be bitter, or fall on your face and learn about yourself and the world from it. choices.