Life is a hell of a thing to happen to a person.

However, I will create a new blog, a blog that will be my secret place where no one can find me unless I want them to. 

I have two impressions of what love may be:

One, 

that "love is friendship" built on compromise (or at least some compromise). You know each others' flaws, but you deal with them as best as you can. There may be times where you feel you know each other too well, and as a result, the feelings of passion and mystery sometimes disappear. But because you have exposed your soul to this person, starting anew with someone else seems impossible or at least difficult. You are tied, and the familiarity is, despite the flaws, worth something. You are comrades, though you may fight.

Or two,

MACARONS.