Love is my everything.  In times of cold it is my warmth, in times of fear my safety.  It is a cool compress for the brow and hope in a time of need.  It is the life one leads when true connection is found.  Like knowing another from afar and thinking of them as they make you better all the while wondering if they are thinking of you.  I am so grateful for true goodness.  In that you want to offer the self to the selfless.  As they give, you want to give yourself; all of it, the good, the bad, the pain, and pure pleasure.  For what else can you do but bring complete joy to another, to learn them, to complete them.  Across great distance we are connected and I don't know how it happened.  It is as if some secret of meaning has been unveiled.  Why love?  Because the world needs it and the knowledge that across the margins of life struggle must be availed and the dream of healing the world.  Amongst great struggle, great strength is born.  I have met the devil, seen the darkness but in great struggle love is found.  I have heard the storm, have fought through it and in that I have found my true self; it is one who can understand.  Maybe it is a calling, maybe it is a sixth sense but I see our connectedness as humanity.