Love

We've placed it in a box, drawn outlines and confined it by numerous should be's. What you ought to do, what I ought to do or what it ought to be like. And in this chaos of our infinite expectations, we've adulterated it, taking away its purity.Turning it into a thing that necessitates defining. Perhaps this is why we fail to understand it. For love is not in our expectations or constant neediness, it is in the contentment within our hearts that the journey was great, but this person is home.