Life. It changes. It is an ever-changing thing that brings sorrow and happiness, greed and unselfishness, understanding and misconception. With it new lives are born and old ones pass.
To live is to change. For the first part of our lives we live for family. As you grow older its for friends, whether human, animal, or supernatural. And as we grow even older, our only reason for living is for those we love, sometimes even more than ourselves.
Love. So strong. So many kinds are out there. The friend kind, the family kind, and my personal favorite, the strongest one. There's not really a name for it because no matter the word or how many you use it doesn't describe well enough. You only experience it with one person. For some it develops over time and for others it an automatic connection. It's a love greater than the love we feel for ourselves.
Everyone finds love but only the lucky ones get to experience this kind of love. Many people don't know they have found this love until they lose it. But the truth is its never gone. Just damaged. It can be put together and when it is it can come back stronger than ever.