When does love stop being the answer for everything? Growing up I was always taught that love covers all sins. That if you have enough love then you can see past all the bad things all the imperfections, ignore the glaring differences. But at what point does love stop being enough? When are you just pulling the love card to excuse yourself from making change?
Someone once said 'Love is what you've been through with somebody.' Why do we have to always be going through it because of Love? Why can’t we seem to have balance between our Love for people and our tolerance for their company? Sometimes I wish that four-letter word didn’t exist.

No I can’t say that it’s not the loving thing to say.

Now don’t get me wrong, I am not going through some mid youth crisis, there is no box of chocolates half eaten, along with a bottle of vodka hidden under my bed. No pile of tissues heaped in my rubbish bin. Been there done that, it doesn’t help. Only thing it creates is a larger waist size and undermines general coherency.
I have nothing to complain of I have experienced plenty of love in my life; I am not one of those people who crawl into their closet and cry that nobody loves them (okay fine, maybe once or twice in a diva moment I have been guilty of such a act). I just think sometimes that we should use the love word a little more judiciously. And not brandish it about as a one size fits all miracle cure for all our problems.

We Love each other so everything is going to be fine.

Well I certainly hope so, cynic that I am I will be rooting for true acceptance none the less.

P.S.
For all those who are sick about hearing my twisted perception on the most beautiful thing on this planet do not fear, my next post will be about something entirely different. No more romantic musings for me, next time I will examine the benefits of a 300 point thread count in cotton sheets versus the more common choice of 180. Enjoy, it promises to be riveting!